<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Ryan Preston<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Alexander's house<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 12:10 AM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Alexander/Della<br/><br/>Ryan frowned at the mention of unsavoury elements, a frown which grew deeper and darker as the Prince explained the situation. Pulling out a small black notebook and a silver pen, he jotted down the salient information - what little there was. At the mention of their task, Ryan's blue eyes met Della's grey with an almost-imperceptible nod. This was a familiar pattern, and they would accomplish it handily.<br/><br/>As the Prince finished speaking, however, he grew less certain and his frown returned. Three days was a tough order for this kind of sensitive work at the best of times - and leading up to Elysium? He was going to catch flack for this either way - fail in his specific task, or let oversight of the preparations slide in favour of the more sensitive matter. He'd have to double-check with the people involved and make sure they could handle the extra burden. But... that would come in a few minutes.<br/><br/>"Of course, my Prince. It shall be done. I will need everything we have on the enemy if I am to choose an ideal target; if you please, have one of the messengers bring me a package at your earliest convenience. Is there anything else you need?"<br/><br/>After settling a few minor matters of the management of the domain, Ryan made his way through the oversized house toward the front entrance. Just before he reached the door, a servant stepped forward timidly and handed him a note; he glanced over it quickly and handed it back. "See to it that this is destroyed." He stepped out and into his car, heading home for a brief change of clothing and to fire off some emails and texts, and then it was time to go out to the city to do some preliminary scouting.