“… I don’t like it, any of this.”

“Politics doesn’t digest well with a side serving of mass murder,” Johann agreed flippantly, a frown on his features. His mind was already off calculating next steps and the steps after those. Virgil Carstairs needed to learn to keep out of Five business, and or Yavin needed to keep his favourite on a tighter leash. Prodigy or not, he wasn’t going to fuck up international operations because he couldn’t keep to his own page. For the blonde’s sake, Johann hoped the equivalent of Ira Almasy wasn’t pulling strings.

“I’ll do my best not to raise alarm,” he placated Silas, belatedly reading the discomfort in the other wizard at this family collision. “But perhaps you can utilise your family ties to see if you can glean anything more specific. Failing that Morrow’s companion on Four might be persuaded to make the report of her disappearance official, which would save tiptoeing about it all.” And he could insist on a drink with Robin Louvelle about his on-off boyfriend to ensure the number of hands had been counted.

Silas Carstairs, DIMC Liason for CAWW Affairs.

He stopped himself from pulling a face - Spectre's sense of humour leaned towards the macabre in his opinion, which did not always land right. Not that the wizard cared. He was deputy head, why would he?

Nonetheless, Silas appreciated what passed for tact on five. No alarms raised indeed.

"I'll sniff around, shall I," he nodded once, half a smile tugging at his lips. "Or go straight for my cousin when he's not being so damned slippery."

Under any other circumstance he would approve of slippery behaviour. It was a good thing, especially in his life of work, but Virgil wasn't cut out for spycraft. He was too much his father's son.

"Expect a few lines from me." Silas told the other man, by way of taking his leave.