He looked up to see Talia in front of him, causing him to groan. “Kid, I don’t join teams. Either I’m making one or I’m solo, and if I make one..” He leaned over, flicking her forhead. “You definitely wouldn’t be on it.”
Now standing at the crime scene that was once a library, Reve knelt down to pick up some of the remaining ash, letting it fall through his hands. “So what did they steal exactly?”
Reads one of those no evidence magazines; an article about a man in a tinfoil hat yelling about memory wipes and what not. Now bored, he tossed the magazine over the balcony, sighing as he waited for any real intel on Tartarus.