The sense of another nightbane comes to Signal’s and Bioden’s awareness as a Michael Peterson steps out from the shadows against the wall near the door holding a lit cigarette in his hands. Strange as there was no smell of cigarettes only moments ago. But now everyone can smell them. “Glad to see so many of you came.” As he looks around the room he offers out his pack of Marlboro Red 100’s seeing if anyone else needs a smoke. “Any of you need one of these?”
After getting the niceties out of the way he says. “A real bummer I was hoping Sammy would have come. Can never have too many of us in the team.” Walking over to the corner from the wall he leans against it and nods at everyone his left hand holding his cigarette while his right hand fidgets with a lighter. “So each of you is here because you have a reason to hate the Night Lords and because you are badass in your own right.
“I am hoping we can skip the macho and get straight to work, if that will not work for you let me know now and I can get you to the railroad where you can take it easy while we fight these bastards.” Taking another pull from his cigarette he waits to make sure you are all interested in the Resistance.
“Okay good then. So here is how it works. We communicate primarily through Mary, she is a dream walker and can send us the messages we need so that we do not all need to constantly risk each other meeting up.
“This place here is a little bit special and those cases have all the gear your cell should need for starting off. The way this will work is Mary or I will communicate missions to you. Then your team figures out how to do the mission. If anyone other than Mary or I ever communicate a mission to you, assume you have been compromised and it is a trap. These assholes are smart, deceptive, and powerful. So you can take it that if one of us can do it, then they have a way of doing the same thing.” He pauses again long enough to light a new cigarette off of his old one before snuffing it out.
“We work in a few ways. We will give you names, leads or specific missions to help the cause. Sometimes we will ask you to be ready for a mission and take you there. But most of the time we will assume you are hunting on your own and taking care of stuff. When you need my help say so and if I am free I will come along, but remember the other cells are just as busy as you, so we won't be able to hold your hands. You are about to spend the rest of your lives in hiding or on the run, and you will need to know who to trust.
“Right now I need you guys to get to know each other a little bit and figure out if you can trust each other, and who can give orders when crap hits the fan. Because when you leave here, and your ready I have your first mission here. But first do you have any questions?” His words done he goes back to smoking his cigarette and enjoys a few pulls while you guys get your questions out of the way.
You notice somewhere in the conversation he had pulled out a manila envelope that looks nearly empty. Most likely that will be the first mission he would like you to investigate once everything is handled.