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Baryos scrambled into the Tower's Shipyard. Many of Fireteam Argus' members had been seen recently. However, he hadn't seen them. This is why he was in the Shipyard. Amanda Holliday, the Shipwright, leaned against a wall. She smiled and chuckled in a condescending way.

"What could it be this time, Baryos? Don't tell me you crashed that beautiful ship of yours... again? Do I need to tell you just to Blink everywhere you go?"

"Now's not a good time, Miss Shipwright," he said sharply. "I need to know of any recent Ketch activity around here. That's all Ketch activity around the Earth."

"Well, noble Warlock, that's not something I can just-"

"I already know about the Blades. And the Storms. I was on Europa the whole damn time."

Holliday's smirk vanished, replaced by an uncomfortable frown. She stood straight, and walked toward the Guardian.

"That is classified Vanguard information. How could you know about this?"

"First, I'm a Warlock. I'm smart. Second, I'm close pals with the acting Kell of House Blades."

"But..."

"Ketch activity." He added, "Please?"

She narrowed her eyes. "What Ketch?"

"Terriks-Fel. House of Blades."

She turned, and moved toward the large, orange display in her vending quarters. She pressed a few buttons, and the screen honed in on a single dot.

"Where's it headed?"

"The Reef. They're moving toward Ceres, in line to cut through a Hazard Zone."

"Well, then, there's no time for me to chat. I've gotta bounce. Nice 'Ketching' up with you, Holliday."

"Well, bye, then."

"Bye."

She flipped him the bird as he walked away.