Handling affairs.

**PBlade**

The last contact with Warblade was not, as many would expect from my ilk and I, a vicious encounter. We were, for that brief time, businessmen. Negotiating our price with one another, striking bargains, arranging deals. He was understandably paranoid. Around us Zionites swathed, but none found this, our secret rondezvous point. His fear subsided, and our business continued.

The Agenda? A certain Mr. Carroll, as Warblade continued to call him. I prefer Insertion. It's shorter, it flows.

I won't dicuss the developments of our proposition here. Such destroys the mystery. But rest assured, with the dawning of a new day, the proposition will move into action. The onus now falls to me and Warblade's associates, as he ... recovers from a long and weary existance with ... a small nap. Not something I'd do, personally, but if your job calls you to take naps in the middle of the day, then so be it. There's always a team to pick up the slack, I am that team.

Yes, a new day... An uncertain one. But I make sure to keep all my cards in my hand, ordered. Confusion flows around us, but I remain steadfast.

If you were affiliated with Warblade and his actions, be it friend or foe, then expect contact soon, be it from lead in a pencil, or lead from a bullet. Contact indeed. With this new day comes changes, but people's opinions and beliefs remain the same. Those beliefs are soon to be revealed, and all the affected parties will feel this revelation. Some more than others.

-PBlade