Although Deathstroke had no idea how Schiller had talked the Halls around, it was naturally best if he could finish his mission as quickly as possible. He was still in a hurry to go to the Justice League for reimbursement.
With nothing to do that night, Deathstroke imitated the conversation he had heard between the Halls, recorded it on a tape recorder, and sent it to an intermediary who specialized in deciphering and investigation.
After so many years in this line of work, Deathstroke had accumulated a lot of contacts. Since he basically did not do infiltration or investigation, most of his intel was provided by employers. And in order to carry out missions more efficiently, he would find people to help him verify whether the intel was genuine. Intel often involved all kinds of languages and all kinds of information, and at times like this, he needed to find specialized intermediaries and have them hire experts to decipher it.
People like that did not actually work exclusively for mercenaries or assassins. Most of them were insiders in transnational translation organizations and had dealings with the vast majority of linguistics experts in the world. As long as a language or writing system existed somewhere in the world, they could find a way to decipher it.
But this time, the wait was unusually long. Deathstroke slept until the middle of the night before the other party finally sent over a long string of messages. He had thought it was the deciphered content, only to find it was all guesses and explanations.
The feedback was that this was not any common language in the world, not even a dead language like Latin. It sounded a bit like Coptic, but a certain dialect of that language was only used in Christian churches in