Michael
The immortal frowned at that, taking a moment to consider the pirate's words.
"Yes, it seems you have a point there," the immortal said, finishing off the glass, "And I suppose I'll be having a word with my contacts later-"
Michael cut himself off, however, as a breaking news banner flashed up on a nearby TV set tuned to a local news station. As the newscaster went on, a ground-side view of a ruined convoy, with most of the vehicles save for one scattered all over the road and the bodies of were assumed to be security personnel littering the road, looking like they'd been mauled by wild animals. Unsurprisingly, there was a perimeter already set up by police, keeping the news crews from getting a closer look at the mess at this point.
Hmph. Well, I won't argue with the timing, but it's about time.
"Well, there's been the usual sorts of things," Michael said offhandedly, "The occasional battles between supernaturals over Pantheon knows what. Though, I suppose I won't be having as harsh words with my informants as I would have otherwise thought. At least they were right about the convoy."