"What do you want Colin?" Piggot snapped.
"To discuss some of my conclusions on the Case 62s" Colin said as he stepped into the director's office pulling the door shut behind him. Once the door was closed, he pressed a series of keys on his armband, activating surveillance countermeasures for the space. "I know, I know, your room is swept daily, but given the topic I'm a bit paranoid." He dropped into the chair across from Piggot like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
The director reached into her desk, pulling out a very pricy bottle of whiskey and pouring herself a glass before grabbing a second glass for Colin.
"Should you really be drinking, director?"
"I've been looking forward to this all week, and even if I hadn't already planned for it, for this conversation, I'll be damned if I'm not going to be drinking."
"All taken in isolation mind you, Trump Two probably a 2, the eggs can be dealt with very carefully by non-paras. Sense and Proficiency Thinker, around a 3 if it were an otherwise baseline human. Stranger 2 or 3, they're only invisible within the normal visible light spectrum, concerning but not emergent... on a baseline human. Brute with an armour focus, and some regen variant, at least an 8. Where though would you put them on as Movers though director?" His tone at the end was deceptively calm. Ever since his spontaneous trip to Florida, Colin had been doing everything in his power to avoid having a breakdown.
"Well, from what we know, and what I've seen, and taken on its own, probably somewhere around a 7" Piggot took a sip of her whiskey, waiting for him to get to his point.
"Were you aware that Queenie has been exploring Europa?"
Piggot raised an eyebrow, "No, and I'm a little concerned I'm only finding out now, but why has she been in Europe." She was sure she had misheard.
"Europa director, not Europe, Jupiter's Moon." Colin felt a great deal of validation seeing Piggot's face blank for a moment before she downed the remains of that glass before pouring herself a second and promptly finishing that one as well.
"Mind you, that's all without even considering the implications of their 'magic' and how that factors into their ratings. Or the implications of them being able to not just travel through, but survive in a vacuum, and what that says about both their physiology and their mover rating." Colin had to fight to keep the smile off his face as Piggot eyed the bottle of whiskey longingly. Her planned allotment was apparently just the two glasses.
"Director, do we have any Masters that are cleared to this level?" Colin asked, a thought occurring to him that had his stomach plummeting.
"I'm not sure, I would have to reach out to some of the other regional directors to see if they do, why do you. Oh… Shit." Piggot poured herself another glass of whiskey.