"Here's your report, Sir," the messenger announced, placing the paperwork on Guffery's desk.
"Thankyou," he replied simply, not even looking up from the computer.
"On... the lookalike, Sir?"
Guffery hesitated, then turned and picke dup the papers.
"Thankyou. You may go."
"Yes Sir."
The young man nodded slightly, then quickly made to leave the room.
Guffery's eyes quickly scanned the sheet. He'd been meaning to look up information on the person - or persons if he found out who the others were - who'd helped Christian Thomas evade him once again.
"Interesting," he murmured, even before he saw mention of the culprit's power.
He stared at it for moment, before quickly reading around it to make sure he'd seen right. Christian's lookalike had Tongue?
Damn him getting away.
Guffery leant over slighty and pressed the intercom on.
"Charles? Are you there?"
"Of course," came the crackled reply.
"I'd like you to send a warrant out on this... Taylor Hanson. Somewhat identical in appearence to our Christian Thomas. And let it be known that I wouldn't mind having either of them."
"Dead or alive?"
"Alive, for now."
"Any other orders?"
Guffery hesitated as he scanned the sheet again.
"See if we can organise surveillance on Hanson's older brother Isaac as well. I want to know exactly who we're dealing with."
"Yes Sir."