"We need outside help," the deep whisper rumbled.
"Topher said he had it under control, damnit." The refined voice stated simply.
"That was before Alpha started… you know… starting taking it up another notch." The geek had spitted out quickly knowing full well no one really cared at this point. "Plus, I had protected the actives from the audio-wiping trick he learned. How was I suppose to anticipate this?"
"We can assign blame later. Right now, we need Alpha stopped." The older woman had regained this discussion. "Since no Active can track him in the field, we need outside help. Surely there's someone who can stop this before he brings down this entire House! Ideas?"
The newest handler made the first suggestion. "How about the CIA? Surely…."
Topher shot down this one with a laugh. "Who do you think is responsible for giving me the profiles I assign the Dolls? We have the copies of all the brightest brains they have. The best they have to offer…"
"As much as I loathe to admit it, Mr. Brink is dead on. This House has the brightest minds available through the Dolls, and they don't even know where to start."An idea had sparked in Boyd's mind. His uncle was someone who might just be able to help. But there was one problem… "Until we have some leads, I'm keeping Sierra and Victor in their current roles. Echo is still being attacked wherever she performs, so she will contiune to be kept off duty until further notice. You're all dismissed."
The room had been cleared quickly. Sierra and Victor were spy-hunting their way through paperwork. Topher helped them as best he could, but being the base for their current personalities he was being treated as just another gofer. Boyd closed the door to DeWitt's office as the last of them left.
"Is Alpha really that close to bringing us down?" Adelle wondered out loud.
"I may know someone who can point us to who can help us stop Alpha." Boyd laid his ace down. "But I need to know if you believe in magic?"