Intelligence || Amanda & Isaac
Information could help someone get a long way, if it was the right kind. And right now, Isaac had tried to collect as much as he could on the people at Division. All the recruits, agents, guards and handlers. He also tried to keep an eye out for Olivia, but she was a tough nut to crack, and if he could, the Moore would avoid her at all costs. Because if you went to see her, either you were going to die, or you were so exceptionally good, you were being rewarded. Or you were still going to die. It was quite uncertain, really, what her primary focus within Division was. Was she simply the figurehead and was there another rank that nobody knew about? People in the shadows that controlled the strings?
Well, to get to that kind of information, Isaac would have to move up the food chain, but before he did that, he wanted to know whether or not it was worth it. Recruits were in the bunker 24/7 and agents spent more time outside. Was it even worth it to graduate just so he could barely visit the bunker anymore? It would also mean he could avoid the nasty matter of killing a person. Rumours passed around. Graduation meant decimation. Not something Isaac was really looking forward to.
So, he found himself standing outside of Amanda’s door, his handler. She seemed to have a pretty good grip on where she stood in Division and somehow she seemed like the person that would answer questions without being too annoying about it. That Wesley person certainly seemed like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the way his eyes observed the world. Definitely not an ally, but some still saw him as one. Idiots. Raising his hand to knock, Isaac took a breath, composed himself and then quickly rapped his knuckles against the cold door.