"There is more than one?" Faramir shakes his head slightly. He tries to listen to Boromir but his gaze is drawn towards the window, watching as streets, buildings and people fly by.

"A senior field agent..." What an odd word indeed. "This city is at peril then?" It is more a statement then a question really. Some things will probably never change - not even in death, or so it seems. Not that he truly expected to find peace here, that would be a novel concept in their life.