“High profile contract killer. He’s one of the few still in possession of Venom tech. He was involved with the American Central Intelligence Agency and their pursuit of Jackson Wolfe under an operator known as Atlas. His contact name is Sidewinder. Both he and our operator are being held in a high-security military prison in the northern Wildlands.” [i]He explained, rattling off the information his informants had gotten him.[/i] “Getting them out is going to be difficult but not impossible. We have agents on the inside but the terrain is completely against us. The prison rests in a mountain crevice, built into the walls. It’s fortified well and the region is known for whiteouts. We may or may not be able to get exfil into the region if the weather isn’t cooperating.” [i]Widow said, speaking up.[/i]

He tapped his cane idly, taking in the information the duo relayed to him. "From what I know about our assets, don't worry about extraction. If there isn't a whiteout, then I have no doubt our employer will be more than willing to create a whiteout of his own." With a few taps on his watch's face, a holographic screen appeared in between him and the Maelstrom assassins, showing them what was on his personal interface. "The chairmen," he began with a colloquialism for the council of the Black Court, "have a very big interest in Venom tech. While I have my own Christmas list, command has prioritized something very special if they ever get in contact with former VINC Assets. Any record of their dealings with InGen..." He gave the duo a wry smile. "I'm betting you can guess why, since genetic editing seems to be their whole shtick. Hell, I heard one of our contacts here bagged two samples from the Courier's own home. Deathclaw and Cazador, it said on the record." Mason said the title of Alex Wilson with disdain, almost sounding like Inferno in terms of audible hatred.

“As for their dealings with other companies, I have minimal information. I know that they purchased genetically engineered extinct species, but as for much else, I have no information.” [i]Inferno remarked.[/i] [i]Widow was silent, listening in cautiously. She had to admit that the whole concept of this genetic manipulation generally disturbed her. This was how monsters like Giger came to be.[/i]

"All good. Just keeping you two up to date and giving you both the reason why this new development is gonna get all eyes from command." Mason gestured to the cleaning facility around him. "So I'm gonna assume you two didn't actually need anything cleaned. Well, other than bodies probably, but I have no doubt both of you are trained in that."

“No, we’re good.” [i]Widow said quietly. Inferno silently watched the man, making no comment.[/i]

He noticed Widow's apprehensiveness. "I'll say it again, Ms. Widow. No need to worry about me being Farcon or one of his chairmen. They said you were here to escape the Courier's reach... but I wouldn't fault you one bit if the distance from the Court was more reassuring." Mason didn't like Farcon any more than he had to. While he was a chairman as the main Dojo contact for the Valravyn, he had no love for the God-Eater. He had his job and he did it well. Nothing more and nothing less.

[i]She understood that he meant well, and she gave an honest smile. She remained silent, however. Rachael knew she was blushing and wanted out of there as soon as possible. If only he knew why the Courier wanted her dead, or what Lucien had done to her... such was karma, and she probably had more coming.[/i] “Distance from the mongrels leaves me operating room.” [i]Inferno said, breaking the awkward silence.[/i] “And I intend to do as I have intended. We will be retrieving Shrike and Sidewinder. The payout, I assure you, will be worth the potential risk.”

His eyes fell sideways to Inferno. "You left the mongrels for some even mangier dogs," his tone now surprisingly dark, "don't forget where you are. Living with the insane had made me cherish any inkling of sanity back on Amoridia. Even Farcon's kind." There it was again. That same disdain that was directed to the Courier in his earlier statement. An enemy of the Courier wouldn't be that surprising, considering his notorious reputation.

[i]Inferno said nothing, silent as he watched the man. Widow looked rather uncomfortable, and ready to leave. After a moment, however, Inferno spoke coldly.[/i] “Tell Farcon I need a team. We move on the prison when I have enough men.”

Mason nodded, his previous tone immediately dropping. "Consider it done. Anything else?" He wasn't blind to notice the duo's time having expired at Billhook.