IC: (Onu-Metru, Fury Base)
Vengeance let out just a bit of a laugh and grinned at Horic. "Yes, Horic, yes he is. This here is Enaltai, the Fury's most sociopathic, unstable and downright brilliant asset."
Meanwhile, the Fury's most sociopathic, unstable and downright brilliant asset tossed Aglesis and Xaron each a medkit, and handed them a bottle of Steltian brandy that he seemed to have been drinking for awhile. There was still enough for both of them.
"To answer your question," Enaltai flicked a finger, indicating Truakhia, "There are some things Toa were never meant to do. This particular case involved splitting an Olmak in two, a Tarakava, draining an Archive Mole of its light, setting a building on fire and a Mahi burger."
Vengeance took a deep sigh. "The horrible part is that he's probably not making any of this up. Whatever you did, Enaltai, you did it well. Good job. What's the word on how we were ambushed? The map of the Archives we were using didn't show any sort of vast hall."
"I can only assume they've spies and moles in this base. As they do in all the others. As we do in theirs. Unsurprising, really."
"So in other words, you don't know more than we do."
"Of course I don't."
Vengeance took another deep sigh, and grinned. "Alright. Let's consider this a success because hey, we're not dead. Enaltai, you get back to your post, try to uncover these moles that are everywhere these days. The rest of you, I'm heading back to Ta-Metru. You're left to your own devices for now. You know the drill: if anything happens, you'll know."
Swordshifter's quiet baritone resounded in Iceblade's ear ten minutes later. It was very evident this was not a live conversation, because the message, just like Iceblade's message a moment ago, was recorded and then sent.
"Be in the Notch in an hour. Bring one person. A trustworthy person, not like the undercover spy you brought along last time."
Thaldrix could never honestly say that he wasn't a selfish man, because he always knew he was. Very selfish. Often beyond reason.
He was the sort of man that had no qualms with sending people to their deaths so he'd live. He had no problems at all with lying, tricking and thieving in order to seize a better predicament in life for himself, because beyond his own personal needs very little actually mattered to him. And in this particular situation that Metru Nui was living in these days, Thaldrix knew that there was only one way to protect what belonged to him - to do his absolute best to win this war. And, hopefully, profit from it, too.
When Vakama walked in, Thaldrix stood in at least partially feigned respect at the Turaga's arrival, smiling slightly. "My scouts, Turaga, report that as of today, the Blades seem to be intent on a war of attrition with the Fury. They have engaged Fury forces at several flashpoints, most of them in Onu-Metru, implying that they may be planning on a seizure of the district."
The Ta-Matoran stood, quietly, for a few moments.
"Although, personally, given the Blades' usual tactics, I wouldn't expect something as simple. It's quite possible they're just trying to trick us into complacency or into attacking their positions. If they wanted to seize territory from the Fury, oh, we'd know. There wouldn't just be a feeling of tension and the occasional skirmish, there'd be an actual assault on the Metru as a whole."