[Faye is the true brains of the efforts to retake Manhattan. Nothing sneaks by her, not even her fellow agent running around asking questions.]

[Lindianne has the sense to at least look a little sheepish. She tucks her chin in and laughs in the back of her throat.] Following up on something that Benitez pegged. [After a moment, she pulls the reports out from under her arm and holds it up as evidence.] Missing person cases. To be honest, it's got me worried, too, so I figured I'd see what I could shake out.

The only lead I've got speaks Russian- or something close to it, anyway. [Hence her looking for Vegas. She shrugs one shoulder.]

I'll keep you posted if you need to allocate resources, okay?

[The armory isn't much to look at; at one point in its life, it never saw anything more dangerous than a loose letter or two. But that was before. This is now. Lindianne sticks her head in, looking for the rest of Panther's boys. The relationship between them and her is a more professional one than the one between her and Neptune. There isn't much call (or chance) for socialization between them.]

Hey, uh, Vegas? I need you to translate for me for a guy in the locker. He's got intel I need and ISAC doesn't really do translations.

[It's not a "please", but the meaning should be clear.]