RL with Tseng;

Since the destruction of the WRO, Reeve had moved what remained of his workshop and files to the Inn in Kalm. The people who knew where to find him could find him; any other concerns were routed through an automated Cait running a Reeve-suit in Edge. If it distracted Deepground for even a few moments, he considered the gambit well worth the effort of packing up and moving. And it wasn't exactly like he had home, anymore, now that his condo had been destroyed with the rest of the building.

All their hopes were resting on Vincent. The real Cait-Sith (number 6, recently activated) was also in Edge, coordinating the attack on the reactors. As always, he was working from behind the curtains, manipulating what he could while leaving the rest of it to fate. That was the way he operated. He should be used to it, now, but it still galled him. So he'd cloistered himself in his hotel room (the extra bed piled high with equipment) and he waited.