The new censorship policy, Tony decided after a few minutes spent examining the bulletin board upon being herded into the sun room for the morning, was going to be remarkably annoying. The messages made it obvious enough that something had happened during the previous day, but what it was, he couldn't begin to guess. Even the theories regarding linkages to other of the recent disturbing occurrences weren't enough to puzzle it out.

The one note that both stood out and was intelligible was little more heartening; after nearly two weeks, he knew better than to think 'gone' meant 'escaped' in even the most optimistic situations. It shouldn't have bothered him, he only barely knew one of the men Peter mentioned, and hadn't even met the other, but 'shouldn't' and 'didn't' were becoming two very different things.

Lost in thought, he nodded abstracted acknowledgment to HK-47 as he took a seat nearby.