Farfarello and Schuldig had both been a bit too pent up lately. They needed a decent mission to work the - urges - out of their systems. Schuldig, at least, could be redirected but only so many times. And Farafello - there was no redirecting the urges that pulled at him. Sometimes they just needed an outlet. A controlled outlet. If they weren't given one - well - there would not be enough blood in Tokyo to satisfy him.

He glanced in Nagi's direction. "Every scrap of information you can find could be useful. Continue your search."

He returned to the remaineder of his breakfast, satisfied with the gameplan for the day.