[i]The alleyway was dark, at the time, while the two searched around in order to establish their secrecy. Once they had found themselves alone, the two would then remove the hoods that once hid their faces. One was one of the shyer boys in the Trayven encampment - one of the thirty that night - and the other was a female, foreign judging by her darkened skin.[/i] "Ling was.." [i]The woman started, though the male raised his hand.[/i] "No matter. We can handle it, still. Remember what Prometheus told us: we [i]have[/i] to get Freya back into power. She would establish mercy, not.. this." [i]The male replied, sighing. Prometheus sounded like some sort of nickname, for the individual that would lead the spy network.[/i]