#agent stripes

Bianca had spent a lot of her time in Swynlake thus far trying to speak to as many experts and academics as she possibly could. Many of these people were at Pride U because they specialised in subjects such as magizoology or archaeology or a whole host of topics relating to the town. They knew its history, its people, and they were passionate about their chosen subjects. They were the best people to speak to, really.

It was starting to become familiar to her, this place. She had considered teaching herself, of course - she had studied Sociology in university, a course offered by Pride U and one she could easily give a few lectures on, but it may have to wait, until her cover was a little more secure and was a little further in her research. Right now she had to focus on making connections, and finding out information. She had a job to do, after all.

It was after one of these interviews, walking along the halls of the university, that she saw a somewhat familiar face. Not one she had seen in person before, perhaps, but certainly one she recognised, from a file or a report, or something to that effect. Both of them were heading towards the elevator, but Bianca got there first, pressing the button and waiting for it to arrive. She had time to reflect on just who this stranger might be.

Bianca knew a lot of people, of course. She met people at galas or parties, she read files, or made connections through the Society. He could be any one of those things, of course, but she had a feeling her connection to him was something she had read on a piece of paper. And then, after a moment, it hit her. Her training had consisted of a year in India, travelling around various small villages, doing their best to educate the public on various Magical creatures, showing them that they meant no harm, that they were to be loved, not feared. Of course, they didn't advertise themselves as the RAS, they went by several different guises, but it had still served as good training for them all. They had been given access to a lot of files relating to various cases of Magick abuse in the country, an that was it. The connection.

"Excuse me," She asked, her lips quirking up into a very slight smile. "Would I be right in thinking you're Professor Khan?"