The Bismark
Aquinas paces in a small, tight circle. His brow is furrowed in a look of intense concentration while the fingers of his left hand taps delicately across his chin. Each step is measured and one could think they could measure a perfect two and a half yards with each step the Keybearer takes.
Crowley had the piece of the puzzle that had been jumbled in the mind of the Mastigos for some-time. With it, everything snapped together and the picture it showed the Hierarch was not one he liked. It's a complication in an already tenuous situation.
Nothing else matters. Only the reaction and the plan on-wards.
That's a lot of what tonight is about. Planning and reactions.
A question whispers across Aquinas' thoughts begging to ask how the Consilium will react or how the Temenos react. Already, the Mastigos can guess at what will happen and who will have solutions. But, there is nothing that he can do. The enemy won't be content with just turtling behind children like the Banishers.
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