"Greetings, Valkyrie. I am glad to see the Overwatch still has a little bit of sanity left. The Order is quite used to the way we The Navy operate, after all both of our organisations have common roots. I asked to see you because I know very well how it ends when a warship ventures too close to an area of specific interest to the Order, if you see what I mean."
She paused, gazing at Valkyrie.
"We're here to prevent a pretty nasty thing from happening. We have an individual in possession of informations the Nomads are really, really interested into. It's useless to us humans, but to them... Suffice to say we'd all be in deep trouble."
Ellington opened a paper folder, stamped with a big red Classfied. Paper was largely considered useless in this era of technological advancement and conspiracies, but not to people that needed something to never show up on the neural net, in one way or another.
She took a picture out of the folder, handing it to Valkyrie. The picture featured a child with long purple hair and slightly glowing eyes. "I assume you already know who that is."
Ellington carried on after a short pause. "We need to bring her back where she belongs, and her secrets with us."
At this very moment, she saw a woman wearing a uniform she knew well enter the Resort Bar and heading toward them. Hartman managed to make her way here, Ellington felt relieved and listened to her introduction.
"The Omicrons are a fun place, Captain. The unexpected is common, and the expected a rare sight. Please, have a seat."
