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Sir. Zero
Zero picked up the Den den mushi. Two of his subordinates were calling. "Two, eight." He started, keeping his voice low so as to avoid anyone hearing what he said. Even if he was unlikely to be near anyone who could use the information, secrecy was always needed. Always. It was a core tenet of working as a government agent. "Found anything?"

Dame. Eight
While the wall muffles the sounds from the office next to you, you can still hear the pair speak.
- "But must you do this so often? Don't you have enough already?" Derelict asked.
- "I must keep my sources up to date, don't I?" She said in response. "I do want to be accurate."
- "But they don't change that often." Derelict said.
- "It's the marines. Who knows where they'll burn funds next." She spoke out again.

"Sir Zero. this is Dame Eight..."
Nathaniel spoke in a hushed voice, trying to make sense of what was going on behind the wall while still getting her information delivered quickly.
"The woman I have been following appears to be in some sort of relationship with mister Lion Derelict, possibly romantic..."
She listened intently to the talk on the other side of the wall for a moment before continuing.
"The woman appears to be driving some sort of action which Derelict feels insecure and possibly guilty about. It appears to have been going on for some time, and at regular intervals as well. It is entirely possible for this to be what we're looking for... Hold on..."
That was interesting... Sources? The Marines? Accuracy?
"She's.... talking like she has some sort of report to make, she has to be accurate about something... And she seems to be interested in the marines..."
This brought a whole new side to this all. Someone who cared about accuracy was either very careful, or had to be accurate so that they could recreate the facts for someone not present. In other words, an organisation, or.... or someone hired to do whatever the woman was doing... Which would mean she wasn't here on her own accord at all...

Chichi was grateful to hear the voices of her team mates on the other end, she managed to use a den Den Mushi! That was definitely a first. She listened to Dame Eight's report, and couldn't be happier, it matched hers.

"This is pretty much what I discovered as well" Chichi said with her young voice. "Apparently Derelict has some business with a woman who has him whipped. I guessed it could either be a lover or an outside boss, the first seems to match." She said, confirming Dame Eight's speculations. "This woman also seems to affect Derelict's orders, and the workers are not satisfied with it" Chichi added. "What could be even more interesting is that whatever Derelict and that woman have between them can't be too much of a secret since the three workers I've followed know about it" Chichi said.

"But my target's are now discussing steakhouses and aunts, so my information pool grew dry. Any orders Sir Zero?" She asked, making sure to give Zero his deserving respect, even though he was about a 100 years younger than her.

It took restraint of every fibre of the Living Doll's being not to tell the woman called Ellen that the move she had just made was a regretable one- but to make such knowledgable chess-orientated critiques would also be to break character.
Katelyn frowned internally at the continually mundane behaviour of her subjects but kept the ditzy, unsure expression on her face, bowing quickly. "Ah-ah...thank you...please let me know if you see them lying around..."
Doing a well-practised little dance routine of turning to walk away and then double-taking with wide eyes as if she had just noticed something about them both, Dame Seven suddenly let out a mock but genuine-sounding cry of surprise. "Oh, I see that you're both wearing Government uniforms." Katelyn continued in a pained, pitiful tone, honed and perfected to elicit sympathy from anyone with ears. "I really hate to interupt your game again ("Not that it was going anywhere, anyway,"a cynical voice in Seven's head added), but would either of you happen to know anybody who works in the finance department?" She frowned, her porcelain brow creasing. "I've just gotten a job there as a secretary. My job is, apparently, to fill out paperwork to do with...er..." Katelyn pretended to have difficulty with the more formal accountancy phrases to pepper her scatterbrained character once again. "...external transactions...But, I haven't got the faintest idea where the offices even are or to whom I should present myself..."
She exhaled, deliberately looking down and away. "I've been too afraid to ask anyone else about that or my keys. N-none of them look approachable." Katelyn looked back to Ellen and Crove, a meek gaze from beneath her eyelashes paired with a smile. "But you both seemed very friendly to me. Maybe it's because my family has always been very big on chess...Me?" She gave a bashful giggle. "I've always found it very difficult..."

However just as these words were leaving Katelyn's mouth, the voice in her head was already saying: "Check."
Hopefully she could manage to get something useful from this pair to report back with, by the time she was finished with them.