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Noah showed up thanks be to God for Mistral's titanic skill at teleportation. When he showed up to Synth headquarters he looked around, started hyperventilating. Surpassing Talion was a life long goal prior to finding out the man was the end of all things. And Noah was standing at the finish line of that.

Well, he WAS standing, at the moment he was falling over and passing out due to hyperventilation.

Mistral arrived on site at Synthos headquarters alongside Noah, or perhaps it was merely a copy of her.  It was difficult to tell, at the best of times.  She would transport any or all of the synth parts she'd mystically dredged up from the sea after the disaster, if Noah indicated that they would be of use.

She crossed her arms to watch Noah's show of overwhelming excitement with an air of detached amusement.  She remarked drily, "Bienvenue à synthetic Disneyland, mon dragon.  I am afraid I did not bring your inhaler."  Mistral glanced around to take in the unbelievably advanced tech on display and asked, "Perhaps the CEO ought first to announce his arrival?"

 When Noah fell over, Wraith appeared out of nowhere and hopped up on his body. Around his neck was a new glowy bauble that looked like an hourglass.

 Meanwhile, men (who all look the same: tan, brown eyes, black hair) in black suits walked from place to place, tending to the internal affairs of Synthos with an efficiency difficult to match by humans.

Noah lifted his head long enough to set it back down. Who needed drugs when you could nerd out about something. He pulled his one arm forward and typed out on a virtual keyboard.

He set up his ID for synth work and set it as a ping for the local network and hit send.