The Shadow

That he is displeased at having to send out anyone to do this work is abundantly clear. His scowl only increases by the moment. He has been sorting through the papers all this time, drawing out other necessary scraps of information and gathering them in his left hand, but he pauses as she completes her questions. "I think they're about to move their base, which they do frequently to dodge detection. If I can just find where they're planning to move it to in advance, I can tip off the police and let them handle the mess." Under better circumstances, of course, he would be the one to rout them himself with a proper cordon of agents. That option has been dismissed. He is willing to let the police handle the shoot-out that's likely to ensue, but not willing to throw his agents into that fight if he can't be there to personally back them up. "Some will escape, and lie low for a while, and start up again later, but I should be on my feet again by then."

The Shadow scowls at the papers in hand so fiercely it is almost a surprise they do not burst into flame. From where she sits, Myra can see pasted together descriptions of several men, with photographs paperclipped to the edges. He has yet to hand them over, however. "I found them once. I can find them again. I shouldn't send you to do my dirty work. It... will just have to wait..." He begins a sigh that sends him coughing, and nearly drops the papers.

It isn't the injuries that's the worst pain of this situation, for him.