The door opens and a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar on his right cheek walks in, wearing a suit and carrying a work suitcase but possessing an air of 'ex-military.' He doesn't even blink upon seeing Morgan's costume, and at no signal of his the PRT officer leaves the room, closing the door behind themself.

"You must be Morgan. I am Deputy Chief Director Reinhold. It is a great pleasure to meet you," he says in a deep voice, extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," she says, standing and accepting the handshake.

His handshake is exactly as you'd expect given his description. He takes a seat not directly opposite to where she'd been sitting since there's an odd number of them but almost, and gestures for her to do the same. The table is small enough that it doesn't feel too impersonal.

"So, I've heard very good things about you, what with Leviathan and the Ash Beast. How can the PRT be of help?"

"Well, I'd like to take out the Slaughterhouse Nine," says Morgan, as if she's saying 'I'd like to go to the store and buy some bread,' "but I lack accurate information on all of its members' capabilities, particularly the Siberian."

Now she has managed to draw a reaction from Reinhold, even if it's just a blink. "Well, before anything I wish you the best of luck, and might ask you to inform us if and when you do decide to take them on, for reasons that will become apparent."

He clears his throat and opens the laptop he brought in his suitcase.

"The Slaughterhouse Nine is supposed to have nine members, but our latest information on them, up to date as of last November, lists only eight. They may have recruited more since, but they've been silent."

The Deputy Chief Director taps a few keys into his laptop and his screen reflects on a flat-screen TV on one of the walls. There is a list of eight members there: Jack Slash, the Siberian, Winter, Chuckles, Nice Guy, Screamer, Miasma, and Shatterbird.

"I was not planning to do anything rash or attack such a powerful target without informing you," she assures, because that is exactly the thing that would give her tactical nightmares about a super powered solo individual. "And did not in fact mean right now. If an opportunity where they're weakened opens up, I'd like to take advantage."

He nods curtly. "Good to know. That said, it's not unlikely that they will come after you, either to recruit you or test you. They like causing mayhem around particularly effective heroes or other similarly inclined people and projects, so you being informed of this is a good choice anyway." He clicks Jack Slash's name. A file with a picture opens, as well as a description of powers, a list of crimes, a psychological profile, an estimated age, etc. "Their leader is Jack Slash. His power is distorting space around blades he holds, giving them extra reach, as well as proportionally improved durability and sharpness. Do not underestimate him, though, he is the single longest-surviving parahuman with a kill order on his head. He's a tactical genius as well as a master manipulator; we suspect he's the only thing holding the Nine together."

Solemn nod. This is all stuff she's heard before, but it's still important to pay attention. "Any known defenses, of his own or by one of the others?."

"Yes." He returns to the previous page and then clicks the Siberian. "The Siberian is both an immovable object and an unstoppable force. Furthermore, she can extend those traits to people who are touching her, if she so desires, so any member of the Nine who is touching her should be assumed to be completely invincible."

"Absolute," he says, as if there was no question to it. "If you threw the Moon at the Siberian it would have a Siberian-shaped hole in it. If she decides to move to a given location, she will move to that given location, period, and whatever gets in her way will either be destroyed or just pushed away depending on how fast she decides to go. She usually doesn't go too fast, she likes walking at a leisurely pace, but she's faster than all of our strength-based speedsters."

He nods gravely then moves on to the next member, a woman with white hair and white irises edged in black. "Winter's power is creating a dampening effect that causes locations to lose heat, moving objects to lose inertia, and humans to lose will. If she is around someone, her influence can slowly cause the person to be unable to do anything, and only watch passively as even the most horrific of tortures is applied to them. They do not stop feeling pain, however; they merely do not have the mental capacity to react to it in any meaningful way. She is also proficient with firearms, and frequently uses a sniper rifle to maim her targets. She doesn't typically kill them with it, though. She prefers doing it personally."

"She has a range, though we are not currently sure what it is, and her effects are weaker the farther away from her you are."

She shakes her head. "He could potentially combine well with one of the others to cause trouble, if Jack or someone used him intelligently, but no. Not on his own."

"Nice Guy, might be almost on par with the Siberian in danger-level. It is impossible to see him as a threat. He may be stabbing you to death and you still won't know what hit you. You'll still know he's there, mind you, but the idea that he could be anything other than an innocent bystander would never cross your mind."

"... Does he otherwise have ordinary human capabilities?"

"Yes."

"Can he stretch his power to people besides himself?"