"It's late, you don't appear to be a prison official either." Draelin folded his arms over his chest as he fixed his gaze on the figure standing in the cell doorway. His eyes had adjusted quiet well to the darkness of his cell but he still couldn't make out much of the woman. "I suppose this is something that -didn't- happen, in fact, I'd go as far as to say that..I was never -really- here at all, was I?" He smirked and pushed himself off the hard mattress that was supposed to serve as a bed. He had a long time to think things over, a week of virtually sitting in the darkness twiddling his thumbs. It was strange to have never heard any other prisoners, to never have actually seen a guard coming to deliver his meal or anything of the sort.
"The circumstances of your confinement and freedom are of no importance. Come, you have clothes and instructions waiting." She gestured towards a small table sitting off to the side.
Draelin rolled his eyes and stepped out of the cage heading towards the indicated table. On top of a pile of clothes was a letter, no doubt from Shaw. He lifted it, holding it towards a torch mounted on the wall so that he could read it.
As according to what we have discussed, your confinement is now over. As of this moment, you are removed from the roster of SI:7, your status among our organization will be returned once you have proven yourself a capable leader. I have taken the liberty of already assimilating a team for you. They do not know that it was I who was behind their recruitment, nor do they need to know. I'd like to keep it that way and I doubt I need to worry about you saying anything, correct? Seeing as how you have zero assets, I also acquired for you a vacant building to conduct your operations from. There is a small stock of supplies already there but the rest will be up to you, that is a part of leadership, providing for your team. For that, I have given you a bit of income to pay for team and to acquire supplies.
Now that all the pleasantries are out of the way, I'll get right down to business. That cultist group you were investigating, they're back. Apparently the destruction of one of their cells isn't much of a warning for them. They've split off into several groups and we've been monitoring their activity in the city. This will be your first task, my men don't have to time to be babysitting, so I'll let you take care of that. Just..don't give me a repeat of what happened last time or else you'll wish it was only a week that you spent in there. Oh..and the woman behind you, she is liaison between us. I give the orders, she brings them to you. I don't need to tell you that her identity needs to remain a secret and that no one should see her but you. Got it? Good."
Draelin snorted and flicked his wrist, tossing the letter up towards the hungry flames of the torch which devoured it in seconds. He glanced back over his shoulder in the direction of the woman who was still standing there, watching him. "Well, Miss Liaison, do you have a name or is that what I'm going to call you?"
"My name is of no importance to you..but since I do not prefer "Miss Liaison", you may call me Kriszti. Everything is set, I will lead you to your new headquarters and then I must be going. Once you complete your task, I'll return and give you further orders. "
"Right.." Draelin shrugged and scooped up the clothing on the table and quickly shed his prison attire and dressed in the other. Perfect, an all black suit, someone knew his taste. "Let's go then..is my burden arleady going to be there or am I supposed to be waiting for them?", he spoke while gesturing for Kriszti to lead the way out.
"Here we are, this building will function as your headquarters. As you can see, it's pretty conveniently located. The harbor is just over there which allows you to monitor who comes in and out, as well as what. Behind the building is the ruins of the Park. No one usually goes there anymore, so that will provide you with some privacy should you want to train them or whatever. You'll also find that it's easier to see what I"m talking about if you direct your eyes there instead of where are looking."
Draelin grinned and shrugged as he lifted his gaze from Kriszti's backside to the building she was referring to. It truly wasn't much too look at, there was structural damage in a lot of places since Deathwing's visit. "Looks good to me..both of them, that is."
".....Right, anyway. Here's a list of the members coming to join you, they should be arriving in a day or so. Now that you have that, my purpose in being is here no longer exists. Good day, Mr. Graves. I look forward to never seeing you again." No sooner had words finished, she was gone.