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[In the past, Nick has usually left this kind of information either to be shared by someone else, or found out gradually out of respect for those who've gone missing; however, given who it is who vanished this time, his position within the Guard, and his time within and dedication to the city, he figures he'd best say something. Henry deserves that.]

For those who knew him, Henry Percy is gone.

[A small pause. For all they knew, he could be back in a week, in a month, in a year... or not at all.]

Guardsmen, you're reporting to me for now.

[And a quiet sigh. He's not sure how he feels about that weight on his shoulders. Hell, he wasn't sure when he was appointed to the co-head of the organization. Guess he'd better figure it out now.]

That's all.

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[The only long con Nate has ever successfully pulled off is convincing everyone that his last name is "Drake" and that he's really descended from the great Sir Francis, so he's grateful that Nick isn't asking him to do something he can't. They both know where his strengths lie.]

Sure.

[He'd never expect a list over the phone anyway, because even with privacy settings things are too fragile.]

Should I come by your place or the HQ in a couple days?

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If you don't mind. I could swing your way, but I'm trying to stay off the water. I've got enough rust these days as it is.

[Thanks, rust monsters.]

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Nah, can't have you turning into a rust bucket.

[He can't imagine that the constant drizzling and the frequent rain on these islands is conducive to easy movement for someone made up of metal parts.]

I'll swing by in two days. You stay dry, okay?

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No promises.

[Even if it weren't raining on the regular, he has to get into boats on occasion, Nate. At least he has a cool coat to cover most of him.]