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I know. But it's the right thing to do.

[All he's ever wanted to do is save lives. It doesn't really matter to him which side they're on.]

I want you to know, straight from me, Monroe uses my grandfather's name. But, my father and I, we don't condone what she thinks. We don't think like her. We protect those who can't protect themselves. That's what we believe. I've carried that with me since junior year of high school. That's how it's always been.

( Allison is the real deal. )

Before London, what were you told? What was the job?

[He actually believes her when she says it. Even through a digital screen, he's always been good at reading people. It's a talent you need to learn when you're trying to get witness information.]

I actually wasn't supposed to be there. My brother ... he thought something was weird about what we were doing. So when he got handed separate orders with his partner at the time - who was one of the zealots - he passed it on to me too. He gave me an address in Witch Town and that was it. So my partner at the time and I went to check it out.

[and that's where things went downhill.]

At first him being at a witch meeting wasn't that odd. Monroe recruited witches sometimes, after all. But Patrick Brighton wasn't having it. Then my brother's partner lost his cool, shot the Brightons, and then their daughter lost it and killed them.

[Isaac straightens as he describes it because yeah. That's pretty much what happened.]

I saw the footage. Do you know, indefinitely, that was supposed to be recruitment?

( She does right something when she says it, finally indicating that, yes, she is taking mental and physical notes. )

[He shakes his head.]

There were too many of us within that boundary, and they started going to town way too quickly. I think recruitment was just a way of trying to make things palatable.

( William has occasionally looked to Isaac, to see if there are any heartbeat irregularities. He believes Cooper, too. But, he is his father's son. )

Okay. William?

( He leans over.

"Yeah?" )

I uh ( Why are you like that? William sees that expression and slides in next to Cooper. Yes. Better. ) think our best bet is an untraceable earpiece. He can't have a second phone, it's too conspicuous. So, you will be our ear inside.

( "It's also waterproof and they won't find it if you're swept for anything." )

I want to save these people. I want the hatred to stop. Because, at the end of this, I can help hunters the right way. I know I can. But, it's going to be different with me. How big is your operation? Entirely? Internationally? How far has her word spread?

Definitely international. You took out the cell in Mystic Falls, but they've sent people to scope out New York, New Orleans, Asia. She's trying to go as far as she can, starting with the local hunters, then expanding out.

That cell was small. I assume the others, New York, New Orleans... they have larger outfits?

( She considers this. )

We need to work on dismantling enough, on tilting her entire operation so that we can devote one team to cleaning up the other, more obscure cells. There has to be a way.

I can reach out to the guys I know in other cells - the good ones. See if I can start spreading doubt. But ... you have the Winchesters, for better or for worse. It might be good if you started putting the weight of their name to work.

( William speaks up. )

The Winchester's reputations vary among hunters, everything from, they will bring the end of the world, to they saved the world they almost ended. They have an inner circle, but beyond that, not everyone trusts them. There are...

( He leans over again, pulling his laptop from his bag hanging off the chair and opening it up in his lap. )

I did a few cursory keyword searches. The Winchesters do have loyalists that, according to texts exchanged, are not from this world. They could be untapped potential at leaking from the inside. And then, the last contingent would be Winchester apologists and... that won't get us far.

[Cooper shrugs.]

All your other assets would play better with the supernatural community than it would with mine. Unless your dad still has some pull?

[Allison's dad, not William's.]

( "Of the 1% variety." )

He means. Mine. I can see. Most of my dad's old contacts are old school. They didn't love that I took over in the first place, and Monroe gave them a male to believe in. But, I can ask how deep his bench goes. That's a good idea.

( Pulling your weight! )

I know your dad went through a lot in Beacon Hills and he lost a lot, but ... I think people still have a lot of respect for him.

[Respect doesn't always equal changed hearts and minds, but it's a start.]

And I would just keep the local cryptids on the look out. Try to lay low as much as they can.

Okay. Cooper, I am sorry about your brother.

( It must be said. )

Thank you.

[He's never good with accepting sympathy, but that usually works.

Isaac nods, before he gets a text from Gloria. "If we're all good here, I've got somewhere I need to be."]

I am good. Thank you for reaching out. We can do this. William, you can handle the rest?

( He waves once to indicate he can. Allison closes her computer, leaving William and a departing Isaac.

"Okay. What do you think?" )

I think it's definitely better than what I was doing.

[It certainly could have been worse.]

I'm glad she's letting me help.

Allison has a level-head and she knows who she can trust. Plus, Isaac didn't once give the signal so, you're trustworthy.

( But, Cooper would know that. He's sitting close seeing as they're on the same side of the booth, closer then when they sat across from one another. He likes this more. )

[He nods in agreement.]

Good to know. I prefer being trustworthy.

You look good trustworthy.

( Danger, danger, mixing business with pleasure. )

I - need an hour to get you what you need, link your signal. We could - where do you want to meet?

I ... actually probably should get a few hours. Let me find a place to crash and I'll text you to let you know.

[He did drive through the night to get here, he should probably sleep.]

Right. Get some sleep. Whenever you're ready, I'll be ready.

( And he needs to slide out of the booth to ... let him out, so he does! )

[Coop nods as he slides out of the booth, and flashes a smile back to him.]

Thanks for the last minute meeting. I know I kind of dropped in on you.

Do it any time. I believe in you.

( He falters. )

Cheesy?

[His smile widens and he shakes his head.]

Not that bad kind.

[And then backs off to head out the door.]

I'll text you once I'm settled.

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