*At the back of the church, his eyes closed and listening, would sit Wolfram. He would open one eye and look at Caulder.* Hmm. This better be worth it.<div class='edited'>(edited by Wolfram_Row)</div>

*Wolfram watches them leave.* So that's the weapon's manufacturer? Bitter Sweet's intel better be right about this. *With that, Wolfram would rise from his seat and begin to move. We would reach for a Transceiver in his pocket.* The targets on the move. Keep an eye on them, Axel.