The Shadow has a significant temper, although his agents are rarely exposed to it. Frequent meditation and the mellowing effects of time have dampened it greatly, to the point where it is usually no more than a flash of the eyes.
His damaged lung has deprived him of his daily meditations for more than a week now, and that which keeps him from the tempering practice is an additional source of frustration in itself. The situation has him enraged, in fact, but a long moment of brooding quiet over his tea seems to help him regain some of his usual composure.

"No, not that can be easily gotten at. The head of power is overseas, and that's a game for a later date." His tone is level now, with an effort. "They're all more or less the same authority, the ones you've got dossiers on there. There's a lot of levels, like a pyramid scheme, but illegal on every tier instead of just the top." She may not know what a pyramid scheme is, of course, or at least not by that term.

"Do you want to speak to the kids working the lower level, to give you a better idea of what you're up against? We have a day or two of leeway."