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margin-bottom: 24px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"Waiting for Shen in a comfortable corner of the Tremere guest library, Olivia finished compiling her database of fresh Grimouth faces against the names from the cross; the full manifest of the plane that had arrived from Rome, a photograph for each one. She forwarded a copy to Goodwin's security staff, and,
after a moment's thought, a copy to Cain, /He called her within moments. "Olivia?"br /em style="border:
none; color: inherit;"Who calls in response to getting sent a report?/em Olivia blinked. "Speaking. Hey Cain."br /"Thank you for the document. The photographs are appreciated."
His voice was gentle. "Was there anything you wanted in return?"br /"No, I, uh-" Olivia hesitated, feeling a little lost. Why was he assuming that she wanted something from him? "I just figured it was the kind of thing that's more helpful right now, not rotting on a hard drive somewhere. I don't really need to know anything right now. Sorry."br /Cain made a noise on the other end of the line, clearing his throat, or perhaps laughter. "Well, I'm glad someone appreciates the value of having the nosferatu on their side. I'll keep track of that for later."br /"Um,
sure," said Olivia, still feeling utterly bemused as the call cut /She sighed, starting her filter of obituaries and coroner's inquests for the last fifty years. This would be a much easier task if the official data included possible incidents of ghost activities, but it provided a starting point at least./p
margin-bottom: 24px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"Waiting for Shen in a comfortable corner of the Tremere guest library, Olivia finished compiling her database of fresh Grimouth faces against the names from the cross; the full manifest of the plane that had arrived from Rome, a photograph for each one. She forwarded a copy to Goodwin's security staff, and,
after a moment's thought, a copy to Cain, /He called her within moments. "Olivia?"br /em style="border:
none; color: inherit;"Who calls in response to getting sent a report?/em Olivia blinked. "Speaking. Hey Cain."br /"Thank you for the document. The photographs are appreciated."
His voice was gentle. "Was there anything you wanted in return?"br /"No, I, uh-" Olivia hesitated, feeling a little lost. Why was he assuming that she wanted something from him? "I just figured it was the kind of thing that's more helpful right now, not rotting on a hard drive somewhere. I don't really need to know anything right now. Sorry."br /Cain made a noise on the other end of the line, clearing his throat, or perhaps laughter. "Well, I'm glad someone appreciates the value of having the nosferatu on their side. I'll keep track of that for later."br /"Um,
sure," said Olivia, still feeling utterly bemused as the call cut /She sighed, starting her filter of obituaries and coroner's inquests for the last fifty years. This would be a much easier task if the official data included possible incidents of ghost activities, but it provided a starting point at least./p