that was you.

it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, and a longer moment -- minutes, really -- for kasimir to detail their findings. maddox interjects occassionally, but for the most part, focuses on maintaining the athenuem interface.

it is a good deal more visible than before, casting a soft green-blue light as he navigates through the copied information alongside his partner's explanations. they had been busy since dawn -- it is no wonder there is so much to say.

eventually, thankfully, it does come to a halt; the interface vanishes a second before kasimir reaches his conclusion. marx, whose eyes had been anxiously darting across the information, oops drawn into a thin line, finally speaks up. "i have a lot to think about," says the man, crisply, hands steepled before him. "i will contact you two again if i see the need for further action."

there are too many loose ends for maddox to consider it a fitting conclusion, not only to marx, but in satisfying his own curiosity. "don't take too long," is what he ends up saying; nods at marx as he backs away, and gives kasimir a friendly pat on the back as he goes past. "see you around, man."