FIVEHER NAME WAS DIANA Reis, calling from an apartment in Lisbon, Portugal. The handlers also worked independently from any location. SCOUR just presented them with access to various databases all over the world. The handlers then had free reign to use their skills and equipment, however they got them, to find the people who had rewards out against their apprehension.
Loud heavy metal music played over her voice.
“Diana, could you please turn that heavy metal down a bit?” I asked.
“Doom metal.”
“Excuse me?”
Slightly irritated now, she said “Technically, it’s called doom metal, but yes sure I’ll turn it down.” The volume went down as she spoke. I heard her mutter “heavy metal” under her breath, probably rolling her eyes. Her accent was a strange mix of Californian, maybe Brazilian and
