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Noah rarely meets with people in person. At least, not important people - some would be surprised to learn he's not a complete shut-in, but he's occasionally been known to wander around outside

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[all_for_father]

"It is a pleasure returned," Talia said, her faint accent colored her voice. A voice that lacked the warmth a normal person's might have. And replaced it with a professional curiosity. He was being evaluated right from the beginning.

"To what do I owe this honor?"

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"I come bearing a business proposition. You may have heard of the so-called Secret Society."

He moves towards a chair, but does not yet sit, until invited to do so.

"We're an international criminal organization led by some of the top minds in the field of crime."

[all_for_father]

Talia nodded towards the chair, he had his permission, "Crime is entirely a creation of society. As such, to those of us who see the larger picture it is merely business." Legality was annoying.

"I have indeed heard of the Secret Society," she said, back on topic. "What is your proposition?"

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Noah takes a seat, nodding his thanks.

"We're re-purposing the organization. While it is sometimes advantageous to maintain an army of several hundred supervillains, they're difficult to control and expensive to upkeep."

No doubt she can imagine the hassles of the League of Assassins, magnified by hundreds of distinct, unstable personalities.

"We're considering reforming the Society as a smaller, elite group - and if we need mass manpower, hiring it on a per-job basis. We'd like to extend to you an invitation to join us."