Man in the Box / I Alone. (Open, feel free to RP)

Corinth didn’t like the cleaners attitude, but it was getting late. Had Lumina not been there, he might have shown the man just how disrespectful he was being. But she was and they had work to do.

While she scanned everything with her detect magic spell, Corinth moved to the kitchen and began looking around. He opened cabinet after empty cabinet, only to find a small bottle of tequila resting in the far corner back against the wall in one. He looked it over and slipped it into his pocket.

Opening a door he thought would lead him to the pantry, was actually the door to the basement. There was a stench that flowed up the stairs and into his lungs. It wasn’t pleasant by any means.

“Hey,” he shouted, “I found the basement.” Pulling his gun from its resting place, Corinth descended the stairs, Powell leading the way.

The lights were still on, allowing him to see everything when he reached the last step. On the ground, to his side, lay a black shadowy creature. Keeping his gun on it, he nudged it over with his foot. It was a Shade and it was slowly beginning to dissipate. This meant, that whoever killed it, hadn’t been gone too long. It also might explain the broken jar upstairs.

Looking around, he noticed all the disturbed dust on the floor. Made sense, there was a fight here. But how many people were involved? Kneeling down, he studied the scene as best he could and concluded there were at least three people in the basement battling the Shade. One of them had a gun and was either really scared or couldn’t shoot worth a damn. There where bullet holes scattered about the room. If the person was shooting into the fight, it was a miracle they didn’t hit anyone.

Continuing to look around, he noticed that a lot of the boxes and tubs had already been rummaged through. If anything important was found, it was probably long gone by now. At least, that’s what he thought before he noticed a small black book off to the side. Picking it up, he read the title, “The End Rite.” The buzzing in his head picked up as he held it in his hand. His fingers felt like there was a small amount of electricity running through them.

“And what makes you so special?” He opened the book and received flashes of pictures, but they moved too fast to fully comprehend. It was like someone was flipping a stack of polaroid’s in front of him and only seeing glimpses.

“Well…shit.” He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. “You’re definitely coming with me.” He looked to see if Lumina had made her way down yet and the tossed her the book. “What do you make of that?”

Posted by : Dblitz13

The man Dozuk, an occult leader dressed in dark clothing looked into the round glass orb with interest. Only his face was lit up by the ornate magic candles around him. He had been with the Mistress for 10 years now and was a trusted cult leader. The strange liquid swirled in the orb as the man spoke the ancient magic words.

Dozuk knew something was wrong with the Halliwell Estate. The magic was disturbed there on the grounds. Dozuk used the remote eyes of seeing to look around the estate. The jars with eyes and ears in them were like magic cameras and mic being able to see and hear what was going on there. Most would not even think of the jars much and some were even hidden from plane view.

Dozuk saw the intruders like he had always done and normally would not worry about them but something did not feel right. when the Shade was relisted he relaxed the Shade had killed and devoured most who showed up leaving no trace of anyone behind. This was the normal way to guard things for the madam. and how Dozuk likes to deal with unwanted people.

He watched the stuff unfold and thought the Shade had dealt with the intruders until the gunfire erupted. Dozuk knew then this was no random group. they did not just run at the sight of the Shade they fought it. and the people looked skilled it was when an older man showed that they defeated the Shade this bothered Dozuk deeply. He would have to report this to the Madam. Dozuk knew the Halliwell Estate was compromised now and probably the Books that had been safe for centuries were no longer there and probably taken.

He walked into the chamber of his of the Lich Witch who sat on a throne separated by a red veil. The smell of old leather and other incense filled the room as Dozuk entered the room and took a knee.

“Madam Demonia, I hope you can forgive my intrusion have a report The Halliwell Estate has been compromised the books stolden and the Shade killed.” He started. There was a hiss from behind the veil that frightened Dozuk. Madam Demonia had killed people for less draining the life right out of them. Turning them into dust.

The voice sounded horse and slurred S’s “Who” is all the shadow behind the veil asked in anger. Dozuk studdered some “I… I… don’t know yet. Waiting to see if something comes from our contacts, Madam.” replied Dozuk with respect and humility. The shadow stood up slowly and then pointed at Demonia. “Find, Kill them, get the Books. You will pay if you Fail, Dozuk,” the voice hissed.

Dozuk bowed his head to Madam Demonia. “I will die trying, I will not fail, Madam,” he replied at first. “I will put all our resources into this task. I will alert the Chosen Ones’ leaders,” said Demonia standing turning and leaving the room.

Posted by : red_sword7

Choi got cleaned up, unassisted by Sung. It was painful, but Yeong was finding it easier to block the pain by first meditating.

While meditating, there came that familiar buzz, which led to another vision. In this one, Choi witnessed several bodies, all dead, wearing Nike shoes and the same shirt. What did this mean? The vision faded out as if Choi was going backwards out of the house. It was another mansion. Yeong was certain if he came across this place, he’d recognize it.

After a soothing hot shower, Choi looked for Sung. He was famished from his energy use and needed to be replenished.

In Sung’s apartment, He made some tea and some simple snacks, for Choi. Sung for some reson felt like being nice. It was culture to be hospitable. When Choi came out and into the living room Sung looked to see if he was moving better. “I hope the rest and shower helped you feel better,” said Sung poring some tea for Choi.

Choi bowed to Master Sung, saying, “Yes, thank you, Master Sung!” Looking around, he affirmed, “Your accommodations are splendid. Thank you for inviting me tonight.”

Yeong notes ces the spread of nuts and fruit. He notice geum gyuls, gam, and podo for fruit. There were ginkgo nuts, pine nuts, walnuts, and pistachios. It was a perfect snack.

“You are quite generous, Master Sung!” Choi announced to his host. “So, tomorrow we check out the apothecary?”

“That would be a good start and anything that Eun-Ji wants us to look into. Understand I am not in charge so you can do what you need to complete your mission. But it was good to take the initiative to bring us together. So we can compleat the missions given to us. That shows leadership,” said Sung now setting two bottles on the table. They were a flat green color made of glass with a clear liquid in them. The Koren drink Soju. “From home” commented Sung with a smile.

Choi raised an eyebrow. The monks at the monastery didn’t drink. In fact, except for some rituals, alcohol is forbidden within the monastery’s confines.

Choi wasn’t a monk. He was simply raised at the monastery. He trained there with Master Park. So, Choi took one of the bottles.

The taste was sweet and clean, very smooth. Choi’s expression took on the look of pleasure. It was rare Yeong drank anything but tea. However, during missions, he made exceptions once in a while.

“Aju johayo,” Choi calmly stated. (Very good) “I believe we should follow the lead Eun-Ji gives to us. I also may have another,” he confided to Sung. “While meditating, I had another vision. Another mansion containing many dead bodies. They all had the same Nikes on and the same shirt.”

Sung sits back in the chair "I am sure all of this has to do with what they call the end times maybe. Visions are not my expertise. I do get them sort of. But only in fighting or danger. I might get a flash of what’s to come. " replied Sung thinking.

Takeing a sip of his Soju. “It could be a warning for you what is to come. This is different from what I have heard. Never met anyone that has them so often that does have me concerned. what might be coming our way soon.” stated Sung looking up at the ceiling.

Choi took a sip, wondering what Eun-Ji was doing on the case. If he knew, he’d branch off and assist in another way. She seemed very focused on what she was doing.

He sipped the soju, then replied, “I think something of great importance is about to happen or has already begun. What I see usually has something to do with what is needed for the investigation.”

Sung thought for a moment. “There was that saying. Oh yes, All roads lead to Rome or China in some places. In this case, we all came to the same house. two different groups and different people This type of thing does not happen much. Most of the time different organizations go their own way and do their own thing,” explained Sung taking another drink. “That would lead me to believe that something is brewing. All will reveal itself in time, Choi,” said Sung thinking about it.

Yeong completed the soju, ate a few pieces of fruit and nuts. “So,” he thought aloud, after a quick breakfast tomorrow, we check out the apothecary.”

“Yes,” Sung answered then looked at Cho. “Time for a healing.” Sung got up and placed his hand on the shoulder of Choi saying some ancient words his hand had a white hue. “You should be good by tomorrow,” remarked Sung.

“Thanks!” Choi said with a yawn. “I will see you tomorrow. Thank you for the accommodations for tonight. It was much needed.”

Posted by : mdman

San Francisco, Halliwell Manor, Basement, Dusk After Kramer’s Death

The basement had clearly been the site of a struggle between members of one (or at least most likely one) of the other Secret Societies, and some terrible spectral creature which Corinth seemed to recognize. Granted he was a monster hunter, so such knowledge must come with the territory. Unfortunately the thing’s carcass was making the place smell bad, and Lumina had work to do. The ley line’s presence was very potent here, and Lumina very much intended to take a stab at tapping into that power.

Before she got a chance to pull out her spellbook, Corinth made his way to a small black book away from the dead creature and announced the title.

“The End Rite”

Not spooky at all. The book emitted a strange purple light and appeared to immediately have some effect on Corinth as he looked into its contents. He seemed dazed as he subsequently tossed her the book, which she barely managed to catch. The book had similar wards to the spellbook in the attic, but there was a very different sort of power to this one as well. Lumina hesitated, then opened the book. Before she could even attempt to read text, she was bombarded by images and scenes from all over the world. Portals, pyramids, a strangely familiar swamp, angels, and gun battles in jungles and malls appeared in her mind and left just as fast. She also heard some names spoken. Emma and Marquard. It all happened so quickly that Lumina couldn’t process it all.

Lumina found herself on back, the book lying on the floor near her. The left side of her hip, her left shoulder, and the back of her head hurt. She must have fallen while she was seeing whatever vision the book had shown her. Lumina pushed herself up as she struggled to recall all the things she had seen. It took her a moment to realize that Corinth had said something, and when she looked up, she could see concern etched in his expression. “Marquard… I’ve heard that name…” she murmured. She tried to explain to Corinth what she had seen but found she could barely describe her experience. “Shit, I’m going to need to do this again…”

Deciding to remain seated in case she collapsed again, Lumina forced herself to open the black book again. This time she was able to focus more on the visions and events that seemed to make more sense to her, burning those pictures and words into her mind. She noted the backdrops of the portals, the face of the woman holding the scalpel, the form of the man clothed from head to toe in black, the man dressed in an ancient tunic surrounded by bleeding candles, the swamp she had seen through her clairvoyance spell through the anomaly the prior evening, the visage of the terrified man with the old telephone in a crypt, and the angelic figures gathered in an alien environment. The voice, whoever it belonged to, claimed that someone named Emma was anima, and that she was a key, while also mentioning the end of days. The voice seemed to be speaking to Marquard, which as the scene transitioned, appeared to be the target of agents of the Templars and other groups. Following the scene of violence in a shopping mall, another voice reiterated that the end of the world was imminent.

The next thing Lumina saw was Corinth kneeling beside her, and it took her a moment to realize that this new image heralded her return to reality. Shakily, she was able to elucidate what she had seen, after which she pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag and began writing it all down to make sure they would have a record of it. Corinth did a quick sweep of the rest of the basement while she did this and helped her back to her feet. Although the stench of the dead creature and the haunting visions were oppressing her, Lumina had one more item of business to address while she was still in the basement, and it wasn’t going to be quick.

Going to where the aura of the ley lines had been strongest, Lumina pulled open her spellbook and reviewed the photos she had taken in the attic, and then got to work figuring out how to cast the spell the Halliwell Sisters had recorded for tapping into the ley line junction. Through careful attention to annotation, intuition, and trial and error, Lumina at last felt something happening as she adjusted the position of her left index finger during the umpteenth attempt at the spell. A few more adjustments and she finally got it. The power of the ley line flooding into her was not quite familiar, but it was nonetheless comforting. It felt almost like a certain fog she had not even realized she had been wading through had been lifted, replaced by clarity, focus, and energy. For a moment, she felt like she was the queen of the world.

And then she came back down to earth. Lumina quickly jotted notes into her spellbook to clarify the actions she needed to take to make the spell work, then performed it again to make sure she had dialed it in. The effect was significantly more mild this go round, leading Lumina to conclude that there was a limit to the amount of power she could hold from the ley line at any given time. Her business was done here.

Lumina persuaded Corinth to leave the The End Rite where he had found it due to her suspicion that the wards might trigger a trap if they tried to leave with it. There had to be a reason the other Secret Society(s) had left it after all.

As they made their way out of the basement, Lumina asked Corinth, “Is there anything else you think we need to do here, or do you think it’s time we hit the morgue?”

Posted by : Sky

“I think we are done here. Book upstairs, book downstairs…I doubt there is anything else in the middle. Still not sure I agree with you on leaving those books here at the house, but if upper management asks me why, I’m telling them I trusted a Warlock’s judgement.”

Exiting the house, he gave the impatient cleanup crew the go ahead to do whatever it was they were supposed to do. “What did that Ley Line spell do? Turn you into some type of battery? I mean, I felt the surge and you did have a funny look on your face when you everything was over with.”

Getting into the car, he looked up the hospital and turned on the GPS. It was a little ways deeper into the city, close to downtown. It was the only hospital that was close enough to all three crime scenes so it made sense all the bodies were taken there. At least until the funeral home comes to collect them and that could be any moment, depending on religious beliefs and other factors. Hopefully, still being part of an investigation, the bodies were staying put.

The drive was minimal and most traffic had died down by the time they were on the road. A few twists and turns, a few stop lights, and they were there, pulling into the parking lot, the sun moving behind the horizon not to be seen until the next day.

“This may be a little tricky. You’re not exactly dressed as anybody official so convincing the right people to let us through might prove…annoying.” He looked over at her as they made their way into the main entrance of the hospital. “Might want to start having a little forethought in your clothing if you plan to stay my partner. I’m not saying FBI business suit, but something a little less…,” he pointed at her,“…that.”

The automatic doors opened and Corinth went to the information desk and greeted a nice old woman. He showed her his fake police badge and asked her for directions to the morgue.

“Take the elevator over there and go down to basement 2, then follow the signs.” Corinth smiled and thanked her.

“See how easy that was? Regular people rarely question a badge as long as you have the confidence and the look to back it up.” He pushed the button to the elevator and the doors opened up for them. “After you,” he said, gesturing her inside. Once in, Corinth pressed the button marked B2 and down they went.

The basement level of the hospital was very stereotypical in it’s look. The kind of long, white, cinderblock hallways one would normally see in a horror movie. The temperature was colder than the rest of the hospital, partly for being so far underground and partly for having large refrigerating units to keep the bodies cold. Leading the way, Corinth walked with the swagger of a seasoned investigator, but maybe not so much a detective.

Pushing through a pair of swinging doors, the duo were now standing in the morgue with no less than five naked dead bodies on gurneys and one very surprised, and soon to be angry, coroner.

“John Doe number 445 has a deep laceration to his…what is the meaning of this? You are not supposed to be down here,” said the coroner as he pulled off his bloody gloves and turned off his microphone. “What is the meaning of this?”

Corinth put his hands up. “Easy there. Where detectives from the San Fran PD and we need to have a look at the bodies.”

“Again,” questioned the coroner. “Your people were just here yesterday and the day before that. How many times do you need to look at them?”

“This is the last time. I have a special consultant with me and she needs to look them over.”

The coroners eyes squinted, “what kind of consultant?”

Sighing, Corinth moved to the coroner and placed his arm over his shoulders, turning him around and away from Lumina. “Look, I’m not supposed to say anything, but she’s a,” he whispered low so only the coroner could hear, “a psychic.” Corinth made a face and rolled his eyes. “The department is looking into some of that new agey stuff and I got stuck with her. Her names Lumina for Christs sake. Give me twenty minutes and we’ll be out of your hair, promise.”

The coroner looked over his shoulder at Lumina and then shook off Corinth’s arm. “I’ll need to see the warrant.”

“The warrant’s up with your Dean of Medicine, alright? We’ve already talked to her before we got here. Now, we can either go back to her office and listen to her spill it, or you can give me the damn twenty minutes I’ve been asking for. Let’s make this easy, okay?” Corinth was losing his patience, but he knew the coroner wouldn’t want to go see his boss just to get chewed out over a lousy twenty minutes.

“Alright, alright. Twenty minutes. I got to go make a few calls anyway.”

“We’ll be done by the time you get back, promise,” Corinth shot back with a smile. When he looked back over to Lumina, the smile was gone and in a serious no shit voice, he sternly said, “You got twenty minutes, Hawkins.”

Posted by : Dblitz13

David’s Apartment - Downtown San Francisco, CA

As the early morning light filtered through the windows, Eun-Ji stirred awake well before the alarm clock was meant to sound, her mind still buzzing with anticipation from what she had learned the previous day. She wasted no time in starting her day, moving through her morning routine. After a modified travel workout and a nutritious breakfast, she settled into David’s apartment to resume her research. With multiple tabs open on her laptop and access to the Dragon-owned server provided by David, she delved deep into the secrets of the holy Bible and the apocrypha of Saint Ede.

In her meticulous examination of the sacred texts, Eun-Ji stumbled upon a passage that piqued her interest—a cryptic reference to the machinations of the master of the fades and the subtle marks left on victims. According to the text, those who fell prey to the master’s dark magic often bore a unique mark, imperceptible and untraceable to the untrained eye but unmistakable to those attuned to the secret world. This mark manifested as a faint, crescent-shaped scar, nestled discreetly on the back of the retina inside the eyes, near the fovea. To those familiar with the hidden truths of the supernatural realm, it served as a telltale sign of the master’s sinister influence. Intrigued by this revelation, Eun-Ji formulated a plan to visit the morgue and investigate further. She just needed to finished typing and uploading her findings to the Dragon server and then she would be out the door.

Posted by : Lorem

Alyssa awoke the next morning to Peter sleeping next to her. Which caught her off guard. It took her a moment to remember she had had a nightmare. She could recall Peter helping her, Max breaking the door to get in to help with the pizza hanging from his mouth. She remembered fixing the door. Asking Peter to stay with her - oh, that was it. But the actual nightmare - that was like some weird haphazardly put together collage that made little sense. She sighed, not again.

Alyssa made her way quietly out of the room, pulled out her laptop. She fired it up. Spoke to Max through his chip. "Hey, Max. You awake?”

Max had taken a nap after downing two large pizzas and watching several hours of the “Outer Limits” series. At this point he was awake and ready to transform if needed. He already ordered room service and munching on a huge family size breakfast consisting of waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, crepes, omelets, juice, chocolate milk and hashbrowns. He was mostly done with breakfast and nibbling on the last few waffles as he was watching reruns of “Kung fu Theater” on the tv. Then he heard Alyssa ask him if he was awake through his chip. He replied through his chip, "Yeah just chillin for now and eating a snack. Feeling better?”

Alyssa wondered for a moment what a “snack” consisted of for someone like Max. “Yeah, I’m good, thanks. I’m headed to breakfast soon. We’re going to be headed out later to check out a shop run by the Halliwell sisters. Just wanted to let you know so you could decide which side you want to go as.” She didn’t know if Max going as the 18 year old or hulk-man was better but it should be his choice. “Anyway, I’ll talk to you later. Feel free to join me for breakfast. I’m not sure when Peter will wake up.”

Despite the shower last night Alyssa had a feeling that, after last night, she needed another one. So, she quickly got in the shower and got dressed into a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt, and her shoes and headed to breakfast with laptop in tow.

Alyssa had been to breakfast areas in hotels before most were either restaurant like where food was ordered or a buffet area where guests got their own. The latter always seemed to be the case when the breakfast was free. This seemed to be a combination of the two. Their was a waitstaff for anything the guests wanted but also a buffet for those that wanted it. She opted to get some scrambled eggs, bacon and a bagel from the buffet. Also, grabbing a cup of coffee. Back at the table, Alyssa put two sugars and two creams into her coffee, stirring it. She turned her food into a breakfast sandwich by placing the scrambled eggs and bacon on the bagel. Then cut it in half, to make it easier to eat.

Alyssa still didn’t see Peter or Max . She had gotten a table on a corner, big enough for four people as that area wasn’t particularly bust at the moment. The computer hacker set up her laptop and started going to work.

Sartre awoke, Alyssa was already up. He thought of the cosmos. He and Wilson seemed to have bonded quickly, for the wrong reasons: her nightmare, its contents. Whatever was causing problems in the city and the world was big. As he showered he knew today was a day to get answers. After drying off he hastily got into his suit. Today was not the day of the factions, it was the day of the three sisters. Well at least two of them… As he headed to the continental breakfast, he spoke to Alyssa Wilson in his chip. It was business for now. "The three living are Piper, Phoebe and Paige, though something tells me the other sister Prue is one of the keys. Also after I left the cult crime scene, I spoke with Charles Duane, a Pastor, he seems to know something as well, we need to stop by his church after the apothecary. Approaching Alyssa at her table he said, "Check the surveillance footage Alyssa, The Templars stole the book of shadows from the manor. who knows what team green has or is up to. I was not going to take things from their home, though we perhaps should have grabbed the book of shadows. After ordering a quick breakfast, in the headset he said, “we’re in the same bed every night until this case is over. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Alyssa heard Peter’s voice in the chip and looked up to see the man entering the breakfast area. She had been down there long enough to eat half of her sandwich and get some work done. “I’m ahead of you. I already checked. It doesn’t look like the Greens took anything.” She wondered how he knew the Templars took the Book of Shadows. He seemed adamant about the sleeping arrangements, she had planned on getting her own room today. It was all making her feel a little crowded, but she was also uneasy about what was happening. Alyssa changed the subject and spoke back into the chip. "I got information on the other Templar. I’ll tell you later.”


Max was debating on going to eat breakfast with Alyssa. It was nice to hear her give him a choice on what form to come for breakfast, but his dad would lecture him if he was in his teenage form during work hours. Not to mention he was used to eating and sleeping alone be it a fancy hotel or the middle of a jungle. Then he heard a knock at the door and opened it to get his second room service tray of food. He replied to Alyssa through his chip, “Thanks for the invite but I already ordered room service. Just let me know when we are leaving so I can meet you downstairs.” Then Max began opening his trays to eat his second breakfast. He knew he needed the calories so he splurged on breakfast while watching his Kung Fu Theater


Peter spoke through the chip, "Information, way to go Alyssa!”

“I’ll be right back. There’s one way to see what Team Green are up to.” It had worked yesterday, so he was going to risk it again. Entering into a bathroom stall, he would relax, close his eyes and see through the haze. The book of shadows being removed from the house by the Templars, Eun Ji the dragon in possession of the bible of Saint Ede the Pious. The End Rite in the Halliwell basement. Then images of the Silver City bridge collapse. A man being questioned by the inquisition… Armed men making a tactical entry against a man in his early sixties, something about “Green Dammit” followed by bursts of automatic gunfire. An Angry Theodore and Ammirillis Wicker arguing with a woman in the hell dimension. A dark haired woman in the woods. A portal. That same woman stabbing Alyssa with a scalpel then saying “Dark days are here…” He awoke shaken with a slight headache but it was manageable, returning to the table with the team he said, team green took the bible of Saint Ede. They left the End Rite in the basement. We will pick it up after we convince the sisters to go back to the manor and help us. “

“Hold on, let me get Max in on this.” Alyssa tapped into Max’s chip, so he could hear what Peter was saying.

Alyssa herself messaged Max through the chip. “Meet us in the lobby. 15 minutes good?”

She then spoke to Peter, as she was packing up her laptop. "I’ll need to grab more coffee on the way.”

Max was scooping food into his mouth when he heard Alyssa’s voice in his chip. He replied, “Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.” He continued to shovel his food into his mouth so he could have enough time to transform and race downstairs. Once he was done he transformed back into Agent Powers and raised down the stairs since it was faster than waiting for the elevator. As he stopped before the last door to the lobby he calmed down and took a deep breath before he muttered, "I am at home with me. I am rooted in the me who is on this adventure. Now take a deep breath, and realize that this is me breathing.” Once he was ready he opened the door and made his way to the team.
Alyssa was in the lobby waiting for the team to be ready. She carried her laptop in her backpack slung over her left shoulder as she absent-mindedly squeeze a firmish stress-ball that looked like a small globe. Her mind drifting to the events of last night. Her nightmare. She knew it was a nightmare. The feeling upon being woken from one was unmistakable. Certainly wasn’t the young woman’s first and wouldn’t be her last but …

Her mind played back to the day her father went missing, as it turned out there was also huge gaps in her memory from that day.

Not just that day but every nightmare since then nothing, and she could could vividly remember dreams before then. There was more but not what Alyssa was focused on at the moment. Why was last night’s nightmare different? Why did bits and pieces of it hang her mind. Her parents, black nothingness, a few words spoken, those hideous teeth but nothing else. The images were jumbled as well changing as the day went on. She now saw the blackness engulf her parents, the teeth were green. And for the life of the woman, there was no remembering the images that came before and less, and less of them were invading her brain. Leaving more empty spots in her mind.

Agent Powers did his best to not bump the other staff and hotel guests as he passed by. He was trying to look professional but ended up giving everyone a smoldering grin. Eventually he met up with Alyssa and gave her a smoldering smile as he said, “Ready to roll?”

The sound of Max’s voice came as a jolt to Alyssa who had been lost in thought. She jumped slightly, “Max. Hi. Sorry, um…” What did he say? Ready? "We’re just waiting on Peter.”

He arrived in the lobby anxious, "lead the way Alyssa.”

Agent Powers replied, “Oh just saying I’m ready to roll when you are,” Do we need to bring or do anything?” Agent Powers looked dashing as he put his hands on his hips.

"Any ideas Alyssa?”

“Nothing I can think of. I guess we wait until we get there.” The computer hacker replied.

She lead the two men to her van and unlocked it. “Max, I’m sorry I can’t give you more space than the back of the van.” Though it was more spacious than the front but still. She crawled into the back of the vehicle. Put her laptop back into its place and started it up. Typed a few things in and the equipment she had shut down started back up.

She then typed a few more things. The mointors for the cameras went blank, the one still focused on the Halliwell house. She kept typing… "I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”

Agent Powers nodded and grinned as he replied, “It’s cool. I am used to it. i just hope I don’t break anything by accident.” Then he did his best to get secured for the ride. He quietly watched Alyssa and Peter try to figure out their next move. As he watched them work he felt out of place and was reminded of the huge gap in experience they shared. At best he was an average student he felt even dumber next to Alyssa who was a computer genius. All Max could do was play a few games on his phone and use simple apps. Then that Peter guy seem to know a lot of stuff even if he came off as a bit of a jerk by ignoring him during conversations. Most of Max’s experiences involved learning to survive in horrible places and honing his combat skills in life and death situations such as being dropped off in a South American jungle full of cannibals and told to make it to an extraction point if he wanted to get home. Sadly this meant his social skills were very warped and he struggled to make friends thus making dating an impossible option. However he needed to prove to his father that he could still be a good agent so he was given the opportunity to work with others for a change. It was awkward for him and he didn’t know what to say outside of work. As he saw Alyssa he noticed she was tired and had dark circles under eyes. He wondered if she was also having a hard time in her life. Sadly he had no idea how to bring that topic up.

Sartre sat in the front. "What are you typing?” He then added, "We leave here, hopefully with them to see if they can handle The End Rite in the basement at the manor. "Should we tell them that the Templars took the Book of Shadows?”

When Peter asked what she was typing, Alyssa held up her index finger to tell him to give her a minute. Then said, “There.” The screens showing the cameras, except the one for the Halliwell Manor, had changed. She had hacked into other street cameras.

Alyssa got up from her seat and pointed out the different images, “I’m going to keep this one on the Halliwell house.” Pointing to the different screens as she went. “This one is Sung’s house. He has a long and somewhat odd background with the Dragons. I can’t be sure but he might be in charge of the mission. This one is our hotel, with all the weirdness going on, never know if that will be useful. This last one is our destination today. P3.” Alyssa paused. “Hey, Max if you want you can keep an eye on the screens. Especially P3 and let us know of you see anything usual.” Forewarned is forearmed after all.

Agent Powers was puzzled by this shadow book they kept mentioning so he decided to ask about it, “Uhhh sure. What is this shadow book you keep talking about?” He moved in position to see the screens.

Satre would let Alyssa answer.

“Oh, I went over the surveillance footage of the house and saw the Templars leave. They didn’t take the Book of Shadows.” Alyssa moved into position in the driver’s seat. "The Book of Shadows is basically a spellbook. It was in the attic of the Halliwell house.”

"They used it for at least 8 years. If it’s still there, then they won’t be upset.” Peter added.

“True. It probably had protections on it. Maybe, the Templars didn’t want to mess with that?” Alyssa said.

When everyone was seated, and the ones on the front buckled in, Alyssa took off out of the parking garage and down the street.

“First, coffee.” Which is what she had said at breakfast.

The sign read Sycamore Coffee, clearly a local place. She pulled into the drive-through. "Anybody want anything?”

An iced coffee." Sartre thought that hot food and drinks ruined the taste.

Agent Powers was feeling like he was getting along with Alyssa so he decided to request a coffee. Granted he did like it but he was not sure if he would get odd looks for his preference of coffee so he took a chance to request it. He asked, “Hit me with a double venti organic, chocolate brownie, caramel Frappuccino, extra hot with one inch of foam… Non-fat please.” As he tried to look serious he gave her a smoldering smile.

Alyssa was behind a small red sports car, as they pulled around the brick building when she heard the two men’s orders. Not even batting an eye at Max’s. “Got it.” It took another few minutes but they made it to the order window. It only had one window.

"Iced coffee, " Alyssa gave Peter’s order first, then without missing a beat. “Double extra large organic, chocolate brownie, caramel, Frappuccino, extra hot with one inch if foam, not-fat.” The woman, who looked to be maybe 18, wrote down the order and then looked at the two people in the front seat and shrugged. Alyssa knew only Starbucks used Venti as a size. “Large cappuccino, vanilla syrup, 2 extra shots of espresso.” The young barasta gave the amount, and Alyssa paid. While they were waiting she filled in the two men through the chip.

“The other Templar is a woman named Jennifer Hawkins. 26. She’s a bit of an enigma. Not much is in her record before three years ago and 1/2 years ago. That’s when she started traveling a great of the time to Europe. She was working with a known Templar agent, a warlock, Cheryl Somerset. She worked with Somerset for about a year. Then there isn’t much except Hawkins traveled quite a bit.” Not unusual for any agent. “That was until a little over a month ago, when Hawkins went to Hyderabad, India. She stayed there for longer than one would expect given her record. There isn’t much on what happened there but matching the timing of Hawkin’s arrival and her departure, the photos taken in customs on the way there versus the photos of her afterwards show she was very battered upon departure.” Alyssa paused long enough to get the coffees, hand their orders to each of the men, take her own coffee and put it in the cup holder. She then drove out of the drive through before continuing. “There was an unusual diplomatic incident that occurred in between the time Jennifer arrived in India and the time she left in which an “Interpol” team violently eliminated a “terrorist cell” in the Hyderabad area.” Alyssa made a turn. " The rest is really that Jennifer appears to have been out of commission until her trip to San Francisco.”

Agent Powers smirked at the information and sipped his coffee. He replied, “Wow…(sip and swallow)…sounds like my vacations with my dad. So, are these Templars the violent type or the social type?” Agent Powers sipped his strong coffee again.

“They hate other factions, especially us. And the feelings are mutual. The Templars are annoyingly rigid. They have all kinds of rules and such.” Alyssa paused. "Personally, if we have to work with another faction, it’s better it be the Dragons. Sometimes though working with the Templars is unfortunately unavoidable.”

Agent Powers nodded as he swallowed his coffee. He understood what she meant by the lack of cooperation. Sadly he experienced it at a very young age as he met a lot of people with bad intentions like cannibals, terrorists, crime lords, drug lords, slavers, war lords, tyrants, dictators, North African Royalty, Dark Clubs, Mafia, Triads, Yakuza and the occasional mad scientist. Over the last ten years he was trained to get used to violence by his adopted father. Sadly he was in the dark as to why he had to go on all those “family vacations” and his adopted father kept him in the dark on a lot of stuff. It was hard to please his adopted father, but now and then he would get some level of approval to reinforce his loyalty. If Agent Powers did come across any other faction in the past he had no clue so he had to depend on Alyssa for that part.

"How did you get involved in the Illuminati Agent Powers?” Peter asked Max

Alyssa was interested in Max’s response as well. He had a definitly unique ability that the Illuminati would want to their advantage but he didn’t seem much like a typical agent even without that.

Alyssa reached up between the driver’s and passenger’s area and light hit a small area that jutted out just a little, it revealed a little compartment. She pulled down a pair of dark purple sunglasses and put them on. The sun had been getting progressively more annoying as the morning went on.

Agent Powers swallowed his hot coffee as he thought of his answer. Then he gave a smolder as he replied, “Well my father adopted me when I was around eight and had me home schooled along with his special training. In between my lessons we would go on vacations around the world. At first he would go with me and teach me to camp in the forests, but as I got older he would push me out of the chopper and I had to find my way back to him. It was hard having to deal with the bugs, cannibals, wild animals, terrorists, criminals and bad weather along the way. To be honest I don’t get why anyone would want to lived in a mansion in the middle of nowhere. I lost track of all the places I had to destroy for my dad. Anyway this is my first mission with a team so I am still learning the ropes.” Agent Powers seemed calm as he sipped his coffee.

That answer, while certainly interesting and it made Alyssa feel for the man, didn’t really answer the question about how Max ended up working for the Illuminati. “So, did your father get you involved with the Illuminati then?” She asked.

Agent Powers nodded as he sipped and swallowed his coffee. He replied, "Yeah my dad is some big wig in the Illuminati, but doesn’t say much about it. He said I need to not rely on his position and make my own achievements. So the only thing he provides me with is some money and missions.”

“Nice sunglasses Alyssa.” said Sartre.

“Thanks,” Alyssa replied. “I personally don’t know how people stand the sun without them.” She took a sip of her coffee which was now a reasonable temperature to drink. The sip turned into a longer drink before putting the coffee back in the cup holder.

Her eyes glanced into the rear view mirror, then she looked back to the street, back to the rearview mirror and shook her head slightly. Must have been nothing, just a trick of the light.

"Are we being followed?” Sartre inquired.

"Uh…no. I just thought I saw something but it probably was just the reflection of the light. " Alyssa shrugged, trying to portray seeming unconcerned.

Agent Powers noticed the topic switched from him to sunglasses to Alyssa checking her mirrors if they were being followed. He was doing his best to keep up with the thinking of the other two. He knew they were smarter than he was since he was a good student. At best he was a “C” student according to his strict father. However when it came to mass destruction and high end combat he was way above average. Sadly as he was working on an investigation with two people who were smarter than he was and he felt a bit out of place. Since he was clueless on what to talk about he pulled out his phone and looked at his game apps. He scrolled through them till he found one he was into. He smiled as he selected the “Spirit Hero Quest” game app. There he got to be a cool hero type that saved the world and gained a lot of popularity. In the game you need to do quests to gain popularity and experience points till you can summon a spirit to combine with to get stronger. Many players liked getting the dragon, Fenrir, Fire Fox and so on but they were hard to get and took a long time to level up in the end. By mere chance he managed to get a rare spirit offshoot which appeared to be a flaming chicken, but had the power of a fire phoenix. In that form he was handsome and super powerful so he was no longer teased by the competition. So since he was on his own again he began playing his game and took a quest to defeat some undead frogmen. He was once again in a good mood as he was in his fantasy world.

"What did you think you saw? Peter asked.

“I’m not sure. It was …” Alyssa wasn’t certain how to explain it. “Something black. Like a spot but different.” Then she quickly added. “It was probably nothing.”

Part that was because she was forgetting what she had seen, Alyssa knew, or felt there was more to it but it just wasn’t there. Odd things had been happening to her for five years with little memory of them but leaving strong feelings. This was not, perhaps, not the time to bring that up.

Max was oblivious to what Peter and Alyssa were talking about as he was getting into his game. He was in his Phoenix/flaming chicken form which was a fit good looking guy who could easily be the hero of an anime or K-Pop group. He was blasting the bad guys with fire balls and racking up the experience points. He even managed to level up in a short time as he rescued the cute princess that was kidnapped going to be used as a sacrifice to bring back a Demon Lord. Agent Powers continued to smile as he tapped his phone and entered the part where he uses his charm to win the heart of the princess and return her to her home before having to leave for a new adventure. He looked up from his phone to see Alyssa and Peter were still talking on their own. He looked around to make sure nothing was falling in the back of the van before going back to his game.

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Choi rested well that evening, awaking fresh and alert. He performed a quick exercise routine to get the blood flowing and then meditated. Thankfully, there were no visions this time.

He flipped on the TV in the guest room, listening to local news. He hopped into the shower to clean up.

After drying off, Choi listened to the news while brushing his teeth. His surprise came at the news of a mass suicide that was discovered yesterday in San Francisco. Yeong dropped the brush and intently listened to the story, seeing what he saw last night in his vision. Quickly he got dressed and searched for Master Sung.

Looking out off the balcony of the condo Sung sipped his tea watching the sun come up it was one of the things he liked in life the peace of the sunrise. There seems always to be a quiet moment just as the sun rises. Sung was in that moment in thought. Sung had already finished his meditations and workouts He did hear Choi get up but just left him on his own this morning. Sung was already dressed and ready to go.

Seeing Choi in the living room. Sung looked back out at the sky. “When you are ready he can leave. Did you need something?” said Sung appearing unamotional.
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Choi thought for a moment. He doubted if nunchucks would do much against what they would face. Yesterday attested to that.

“Yes, Master Sung,” Yeong admitted, “I could not bring blades with me from Korea. I could use two. One waist sword and a bonguk geom. For jedok geom; my style of sword play. One for slashing. The other for stabbing.”
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“I am not your master, Mr Sung, or even Sung in the US is ok,” replied Sung. Turning around Sung walked back into the Condo. “The organization did not give you anything?” asked Sung “What are you trained in and what type of training have you gotten?” further questioning Choi.

“I do not recognize you as my personal master,” Choi confessed, “but I honor you as a master. You deserve honor in that regard.”

have plenty,” Yeong admitted, “at home. I didn’t believe it was safe to bring on a flight from South Korea. So, all I brought was my nunchucks.”

Choi grinned. “As far as training, I am trained in the dahnmudo, taekwondo, the jedok geom, the dangpa, and the hyeopdo. Most of the weapons are too bulky to carry on the streets of San Francisco. But the two swords of Jedok geom can be more concealed and carried next to my body. Perhaps you know where I can purchase them?”

Sung shook his head in disappointment. “Thank you for the master part. I imagine you are right. I know a shop we can go to in the meantime I can lone you something,” replied Sung walking into a room he came out with a sword in a lather shoulder case.

“This is a Jian Sword,” Sung said handing it to him. “An old one, if you lose this break it. You will wish you were dead when I am done with you.” Sung warned. His tone was harsh and stern his eyes said everything they looked like Sung was looking at a dead man. “Now let’s get going I don’t want to get there first if passable,” remarked Sung picking up his fob and walking towards the door.

Yeong looked at the intricate detail of the sword. He hurriedly strapped it to his back. He reached up and over his head to get the memory of where the handle was. It felt natural in his hands.

Hurrying after Sung, Choi called out, “Thank you, Master Sung! Yes, we must get there first.”

The drive was not too long. The drive itself was uneventful there other than a few bad drivers or pedestrians that were not paying attention to where they were going. Pulling into the Apothecary parking lot it was small the building was old and mixed in with other buildings. the area was not the best. That made Sung wonder what could be behind the seans. seeing the A Van “Look, the Mystery Machine.” remarked Sung as he parked his SUV. “they got here first, not a good start.” commented Sung getting out of the SUV
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Choi grinned as he got out of the Suburban. He strapped the sword on his back once again, since he had to remove it in the vehicle to be comfortable.

“Let the competition begin,” he said with a smirk

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oon enough they arrived at P3. The store was a white wooden building with deep purple trim. Alyssa went towards the back of the van and looked at the screen showing outside the store. She downed her coffee, before saying. “It looks clear.”

Peter spoke to her through the chip. “Alyssa can you come in with me, they will have more rapport with you, you can do this! Do you want another room tonight? I worry about you having another nightmare.”

“I was thinking about taking the suite on the other side of you, but we can discuss that later. Yeah, I’ll come in and try but I’m not really skilled at talking people into things.” Alyssa responded

“You will do great Alyssa!” Sartre gave words of encouragement.

The computer hacker wasn’t so sure but agreed to go into the store. “Max can you wait outside the van. Watch for anything suspicious. Let us know of we need to get out of there?”

Agent Powers put his phone down as Alyssa spoke to him. He paused his game and put his phone in his pocket. Oddly enough it didn’t bulge out like it should have. There was something odd about his clothing when he was in beefcake form. He replied, “Uhhh…yeah sure.” Agent Powers then got out of the van and pulled out his phone to pretend he was talking on the phone as he looked around. He after seeing no threats he replied through his chip to Alyssa, “Looks clear so far. If it gets bad I can make a distraction for you to escape.” Then Agent Powers played a song with the volume very low so only he could hear it as he mouthed the lyrics along. He whispered, “Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it’s alright, it’s okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive
Oh, when you walk”

Alyssa responded to Max, in her chip. “Sounds good.” Then to Peter. "It’s clear. "

They got out the van and headed into the shop.

The apothecary was full of several trinkets and items. The legalization of hemp products was very noticeable. A lot of the products on the shelves were labeled as “magical.”
Sartre stated into Alyssa’s chip "You’re going to have to start slow but eventually let them know that we know who they are and that they can help us fix whatever is wrong in the city.

A young woman and her teenage daughter were leaving the store, San Francisco was still busy despite all the bizarre occurrences that have been going on.

“Those conventions are the geekiest damn things I’ve ever seen.” Said the woman. “Who looks better that one girl or me.”

"Honestly I thought that one girl looked alright “said the daughter.”

The mother looked in shock inhaling a gasp of what seemed to be terror.

The two agents stepped into the shop. Alyssa started looking around at the products.

A dark-haired lightly heavy woman stood behind the counter. A woman with a tan and long blonde hair was stacking the shelves.

Sartre realized the two aged Yet familiar faces as those of Piper and Phoebe Halliwell. Alyssa also realized who they were having seen their pictures on her computer.

The dark haired woman came out from behind the counter, she glanced over at Peter but focused her attention on Alyssa. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh, thank you. This shop is great, to be honest I’m not even sure where to start.” Alyssa replied. It was easy to fake not knowing much about the items in their because she really just didn’t. Most were not what she focused on. As for the supply of THC, Alyssa really had no idea because she wasn’t going to risk it with a not quite right bee inside of her. “I was looking for something to help with sleep, maybe stress.”

The back haired woman, Piper, thought for a moment. “Well, you can go with CBD with no THC or THC. Personally, I’ve always thought this one works best for anxiety.” Pointing out a small bottle of drops, encased behind glass.

Piper and Phobe seemed to eye Alyssa, then Peter, then Alyssa again. Piper then said. “Perhaps you like to see some of the things we have at the counter.”

“Yes,” Alyssa went to the counter with the woman.

Piper pretended to show Alyssa some books from behind the counter but said, “OK, I’d buy you wanting something for anxiety but the guy with you - really, who are you and what’s going on?”

Alyssa spoke in a hushed tone. “We are agents - IIlumanti agents. You must have noticed odd things happening here. I mean stranger than usual.”

By thus point Phobe had joined the discussion, “Yes, of course we noticed. What about it?”

“We think you might be able to help us,” Alyssa said.

“No, we don’t do that any longer.” Piper replied.

“But…” Alyssa started, but was cut off.

Piper repeated. “No, look we get what you’re doing and why but we want no part of it. And to be frank if I were you I’d want no part of it either.” She wasn’t cold, just matter of fact.

Satre heard all of this because that’s when he spoke up, "You can’t help us or you won’t.
Sung walked in almost feeling out of place he was overdressed with his slacks and a button-up long slive shirt. Sung did not look like a cop or give that impression. More like a businessman.

A dark-haired somewhat heavy woman was talking to Alyssa. Then looked past Alyssa at Sung as we walked up behind Alyssa. The dark-haired woman smiled “Sir be with you in a minute” She told Sung.

A tan woman with long blonde hair was stacking the shelves behind the counter and looked over to Sung and Choi. now things were looking a bit wired and the feel of the place shifted. some.

“Thank you” replied Sung giving his own polite smile with a slight bow to the dark-haired woman. not wanting to possibly blow any covers he got a supervised smile “Hay
Velma, I did not think I would find you in a place like this aren’t you a little young?” Sung said his tone almost sarcastic but nice it was kind of strange. Like long-lost friends but playful in some way.

As Agent Powers was acting casual on his look out he saw an SUV parking nearby and a familiar face get out. He used his chip to let Alyssa know the Dragons have arrived.

[i]Oh, great. What, are they going to blow another hole in the building?[i] Alyssa thought. In to the chip she thanked Max, then spoke to Peter. “We’re about to have company of a green kind.” When the very same people would enter the store.

Is she too young? She responded by barely looking at Sung. “Aren’t you too old?”

Piper and Phobe looked at each other. Then Piper spoke up, pointing at Sung. “Let me guess, Dragons? Look we were telling these two,” she pointed at Alyssa and Peter. “We don’t want any. We’ll have nothing to do with it.”

When Choi saw Alyssa, he smirked and gave her a wink, “Well, if it isn’t the Little One! I thought we may get see you here!” Then his face turned more serious as he said, “I am glad you are alright.”

Yeong heard what Piper had said. “Perhaps you can lead us in the right direction,” he encouraged. “Do you know who Emma is? We,” he pointed at Alyssa, “have seen things. Things too awful to imagine. What does this mass killing in a mansion have to do with it. Right now, we have a bunch of dots strewn all around. We’re hoping you can connect them.”

Meanwhile Agent Powers was still keeping watch as he was lip sinking his favorite songs from his phone. He thought this was a good way to look like he was having a real conversation in public.

Outside a gray overcast seemed to envelope the sky as it began to lightly rain.

Agent Powers sighed as it began to rain. So he reached into his backpack and pulled out an umbrella. Once he opened it and was good he resumed his lip sync to his favorite songs from his phone while trying to pretend he was talking on the phone.

Alyssa gave Choi a small smile, “Good to see you healed well.” She wondered if Sung had anything to do with that or Choi somehow healed himself but didn’t ask.

Piper shook her head at Yeong’s question. “Emma, no I have no idea who that …”

The look on her sister, Phoebe’s face stopped Piper dead in her tracks. The blank look in Phoebe’s eyes, a clear indication her mind was somewhere else. Only uttering the words, “It can’t be.”

Piper waited for her sister to come out of whatever state she had been in. Phobe blinked and was back as quickly as her mind had wandered. Phobe pulled Piper aside and the two whispered to each other in a conversation only meant for their ears. There seemed to be some kind of slight disagreement until Piper said in an exhausted tone, “If you must.”

Phobe went directly to Alyssa “Be careful, no one knows who might show up in hotels. Some are unfriendly.”

Piper spoke up, “That’s all any of you are getting from us. Now, if none of you are buying anything can you kindly leave.”

In the chip. Satre said,“Lets get out of here. Max, Alyssa, we have a few things to pick up before we head to Lunch. Speaking of lunch, what would you two like later?”

Alyssa heard Peter through the chip and sighed, then said through the chip back to Max and Peter. “Let’s discuss lunch in the van.” It seemed like this had been a wasted effort.

She turned and addressed the two Dragons. “Mr. Sung - I would say it’s been a pleasure but well you know. Yeong, I am glad your doing well. Hopefully, the next encounter will be more productive.”

As Alyssa was about to leave, she suddenly felt frozen in her tracks. However it lasted a mere second before she was able to turn around and see Piper’s smirk turn into a slight surprise. Alyssa glared at the woman, “Not only are you uncooperative but you’re also annoying.” The computer hacker felt more energetic than she had in a while. With out another word, Alyssa turned around and started out the door, but not before hearing Piper yell out, “Are you sure you don’t want to try any of our baked goods?”

In the chip as Peter still felt tired, “Alyssa aggravated? Did you two feel frozen for a second?” Then Peter added, “Lunch later; now we need to pick up the End Rite before anything else. It’s spring so we still have a few more hours of daylight? What should we do? Theres got to be a connection to all this. What or who could gain their trust?” The wind and rain began to get heavier.

“Yes, I was frozen for a second or so.” Alyssa responded in the chip. “Why don’t we get to van to discuss things without using the chip.” She, unlike Max, hadn’t bothered with an umbrella. Alyssa took off to the van, quickly opening the doors so everyone could get in, but she was drenched. Between the cool temperatures and her small frame, there wasn’t much to keep her insulated and the woman started shivering. “Damn. Hold on.” Going into the back of the van, Alyssa pulled out a duffle bag and threw both Peter and Max towels, taking one for herself. Drying off as best she could, before throwing on a black sweatshirt. “Okay, now. Yes, I agree let’s get the End Rite. Then I really probably should get back to the hotel and get changed. Then we can go somewhere for lunch or order in and maybe the three of us go over what we know and what to do next?” Alyssa shrugged and started the van. “Where am I going?” She asked Peter.

Max was oblivious to the fact that someone tried to freeze him as he was grooving to his jams. After hearing Alyssa and Peter tell him to meet in the van through his chip he made his way back to the van. Luckily he was not to wet since he had an umbrella. However he was confused by the “ End Right “ topic. He asked, “What is the End Right? Is it some weird stop sign?”

“Peter, can you answer that one? I need to keep an eye out for annoying and not so annoying green men.” With that Alyssa started down the road.

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Yeong turned to the lady that was requesting them to leave. “But oh,” he stated, “I would like to buy something. I don’t suppose you would have any Korean ginseng here, would you?”

Piper sighed, clearly agitated the two men wouldn’t leave. Phobe went to a shelf, looked at a few jars and pulled one down. She handed it to Yeong, “Chinese ginseng.”

“Chinese?” Choi questioned in disbelief. “Is it red ginseng?”

“That jar is white but we have red. We don’t get many looking for Korean ginseng.” Phobe explained. "We can order Korean if you’d prefer. "

“Red is fine,” Choi stated, although he was disappointed it wasn’t Korean. “I am truly sorry for the intrusion,” he added, while handing her a credit card. “I had wished we could all work together for Gaia’s sake. Something is telling me she’s in for a shake. If you think of anything that might help, we’d appreciate it.”

Phobe got Yeong a different jar so he would have the correct ginseng. Piper responded to the man’s words. “Sure.” She took the credit card and ran it. Handed him back his credit card and the receipt them waited for the two Dragons to leave.

“Are you ready, Master Sung?” Choi asked the older and wiser man. “Where to next? The mansion?”

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Peter explained, “We’re headed to the Halliwell mansion, to pick up an extremely powerful spell book. It’s more powerful than the book of Shadows. Only someone as magical as those two back there can handle just opening it. I can…"

He touched his pendant thinking of the one who gave it to him.

Agent Powers looked at Peter with a bit of confusion. He replied, “Ummmm yeah………so it’s magic, huh?”

After a few minutes Peter said, “It is a book of spells specifically related to summoning portals and spells that can cause Madness. A woman in the woods, That same woman in your hotel room Alyssa, she’s joking. A red portal… A city in Arabia. Something huge. Masks. “

“What woman?” Alyssa, expressed outloud not really meaning to, she had no idea what Peter was talking about. Portals? She kept on driving wondering more and more what was going on.

“I… used my profiling skills on those two back there. I don’t know who the woman is.” Peter would whisper to Alyssa about the other things he saw.

“You ever tried any of that kind of stuff they sell back there?” Peter asked Alyssa and Max.

“Oh, the edibles?” Alyssa responded, the store did have other things after all. "No, I have watched others do it. It’s pretty popular at colleges.”

Agent Powers shook his head no as he replied, "Naah man. My dad would freak out if I did drugs. As it is he had me traveling the world on our family vacations and destroying the drug lords, their farms and their armies. It was not a good time for me. Besides, dad said I wouldn’t make it in college since my grades were too bad.”

The mansion had once again had visitors. These visitors however were not the previous owners. As the Illuminati agents stepped into the house, they could definitely make out the smell of copper. What remained of the furniture had been turned over and along the walls were strange sigil’s written fresh blood.

The Book of Shadows, lay by the open door, Sartre had remembered in reading the research that Alyssa had gathered that someone that the house considered evil could not remove the book from the house.“They must’ve dropped it right by the door. Someone has been in here, with fresh blood. Before going down to the basement, we need to go armed,” Sartre removed his pistol and slowly led the way for the other two agents.

As they crept down the stairway, Sartre used his flashlight to scan the room for any threats. There were none.

He saw the End Rite lying on the floor.

It was open to a page showing what looked like a tendrilled mess coming out of a portal.

Someone had scribbled in pen in the margins,

“You don’t have to go through this. You can leave. They’re coming. Don’t suffer.”

Sartre knew it was not proper to touch the book when it was opened. He removed his pentacle pendant and used the necklace to close the book. He put the necklace back on.

And picked up the book.

“Alyssa, put this in your backpack.”

“Whoever has been in here, was doing some sort of magical ritual with that blood,” he said.

If we could get someone to decode those occult sigils on the walls for us, you might have a program for that. Can you take pictures of these on your phone?"

We need to get out of here fast.

He went the other two up the stairs and made sure to lock the door behind him as they left.

If you two are not hungry for dinner yet, we can perhaps run those sigils through a computer program. He returned to the safe haven of the van.

Agent Powers nodded as he gave a smolder to both Alyssa and Peter. He replied, “Then I’ll keep a look out while you do the research stuff. This stuff reminds me of the Pagan cults I had to take out a few years ago for my dad. They like to use odd symbols with blood for paint. I never learned what all that meant but it didn’t help them much when I punched them through a wall. If anyone pops up I might have to get a little violent so take cover if it happens.” Agent Powers seemed serious as he looked around the place as he tried not to knock anything over.

Alyssa really didn’t want to be back in that basement. She kept glancing around as if something was going to jump out from the shadows. However, nothing occurred. Weird as the scene might have been.

Alyssa was also completely unsure about taking the book, but there wasn’t really time to argue so she put the book in her backpack and then quickly took pics of the symbols on her phone.

They arrived back at the van, she ran the symbols through the computer and sent the info directly to Peter’s chip. Handy device it was.

Alyssa said nothing though as she worked, her mind focused. Not really on the task at hand because it took little brain power to wait for the database’s response but on who the strange woman might be, and if her father’s disappearance could be linked to all of this as well. Logically the last part seemed unlikely but it wasn’t impossible.

Agent Powers was alert as he kept watch for Alyssa till she was ready to move to the van. It was obvious that she was not used to being in such places full of blood. Sadly, he didn’t even flinch by the smell or sight of death since he was used to it despite being only eighteen years old and hidden inside the body of a thirty year old muscle man. Granted, he was not an egg head like Alyssa, he did his best to make her feel safe as he kept a lookout. He replied, “Sure. Whatever helps you out is fine with me. Did you need any medicine for sleeping or upset stomach? I guess most people aren’t used to seeing that stuff.” Agent Powers was looking out the van windows but had a sad expression as he did.

“Thanks Max, I’ll be alright. I’ve not been on a lot of missions.” The blood wasn’t really what was bothering her but she appreciated Max’s thoughtfulness. "I just need to get dry and warm. Oh, lunch. I could really go for a burger, fries, and a milkshake. You know. completely bad for you stuff.”

Agent Powers nodded at Alyssa and smirked as he gave her a smolder. He replied, “Well, I can vouch for the room service at the hotel and we don’t have to worry about noisy people watching us either. Unless you have another place in mind?” Agent Powers was laid back and easy going even under stress.

“That’s fine with me.” Alyssa replied. She didn’t know if Peter had another suggestion but staying in the hotel did sound like the best option.

Agent Powers then replied, “Cool. I can use that time to power down and recharge myself with some chow. I usually eat alone so I am sorry if my over eating freaks you out. I have a high metabolism and it takes a lot of energy to look like this.” Agent Powers gestured with his hand to advertise his muscular body like a shiny new car. Then he smirked as he gave a smolder grin and a chuckle in hopes to cheer up Alyssa.

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The trees were twisted in the darkness. He stood there in the middle of the San Francisco woods. These are the same places where the zodiac killer had run amok in the 1960s. That case was never solved.

The man couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of “a case.”

He thought back all those years, if he hadn’t taken that case.

He would not know the words he was about to speak.

He knew the danger that the words evoked and that the language would evoke.

He was still confident he could get it right.

He hated that language.

He hated where it came from.

He carefully began to chant, knowing what could occur if anything went wrong.

A hard rain began to fall on the twisting trees, splattering on his black coat.

“N’gha ahornah ah’mglw’nafh.
l 'drn ah’f’nah ch’nglui.
bug Iiahe persephone.
epshuggog.
llll mgehyee ot wicker’s uh’eagl.
mgahnnn shuggnglui”

He felt as if his intestines were swimming in water. Everything he had said and done was from memory. No spell book needed.

He fell down after reciting the powerful incantation. He knew what would happen if he got it wrong. The thing was that he didn’t know what would happen. He knew he would not know. Not knowing was terrifying.

The man in black heard a helicopter above him. That was odd, such a supernatural disturbance could not be interrupted…

Not a helicopter…

Flapping wings…

After all these years.

Had he got it wrong?"

In the distance he saw a quick flash of a human-like creature with a head of a moth and glowing red eyes.

The same when he saw a few nights before.

After a few blinks the creature had disappeared.

A large red circular portal shone through the trees.

The thunderstorm began to increase in intensity.

Finally; something stepped out of the redness.

“Listen, I need you to relax, it’s no longer 2001. You are now in the year 2024.”

A branch would snap from a tree and nearly fly directly into the man’s head.

A young woman in a black coat was standing in front of him. She was wearing jeans and her hand was close to her pocket.

“And the World Trade Center came down, the US government lied about the Iraq war, they ended up losing to the Taliban, there was a pandemic, and Russia invaded Ukraine. I don’t need the history lesson, I watched it all. Not from where you might think.” The woman said somewhat angrily.

“You move things with your mind when you’re upset.” Said the man.

“The branch missed on purpose.” The woman would continue.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere. I have seen you before.

I’ve been around this world a lot longer than you.

One must act with cautiousness. With prudence."

The woman drew a scalpel-like blade from her pocket in anger."

She would say, “Whoever you are, Theodore and Amarillis, send their regards. You’re close to getting to meet them.”

“It’s almost as if you were destined to be here, you even have the blade. How did you get that scalpel? I know Amaryllis and Theodore. I know Sonnac and Geary and Arturo and the voice of the Dragon, even though they have never met me.”

“Who?” asked the woman angrily clutching the scalpel.

She was prepared to rush towards the man.

“The secret world needs you, your sisters need you.”

The woman loosened her grip on the scalpel.

The rain began to lash both their faces.

The man said, “Welcome back, Prue Halliwell.”

Lumina had been unsure of how they would make their way into the morgue without being turned back. In hindsight, she should have expected Corinth would bluff them through again. It was a neat trick for sure, but it had been even riskier this go around, and had very nearly gotten them in trouble. But in the end, he had secured them twenty minutes to talk to the victims. That would hopefully be sufficient.

There were five corpses on gurneys in the room that presumably made up the morgue. Ideally, three of those corpses were from the crime scenes involving the Mothman. If things went according to plan, they would find out soon enough.

Lumina had been pondering how best to go about getting the information she wanted from the victims throughout the day. The first question then, was, what information did she want? For starters, Lumina was planning on getting clarification from the victims on what had transpired to them before their demise, and hopefully confirming that the Mothman was indeed involved if not responsible for their deaths. Additionally, Lumina hoped to get clarification from Kramer as to what his interest in the Halliwell sisters had been, and perhaps also ask him what he knew about the Warren family if she still had questions to spare (bearing in mind the general five question limit Lumina taught was the rule of thumb for how many answers she could be expected to get with the spell from a given corpse). Lastly, she would ask Oliva about her family, again assuming she had the questions to spare.

Lumina approached the bodies with trepidation. There was nothing pleasant about death, let alone violating the tranquility of the dead. This was going to be challenging to deal with, but there was a lot riding on this. As this was her duty, first and foremost to the Templars, but also to the other potential victims of this monster prowling the streets. She also had a coworker to impress and her career to rescue, so Gail, Turner, and Olivia were going to have to take a break from death to spill their secrets.

She decided to start with Gail, as Lumina had less questions in mind to ask her than the others, so any unproductive questions Lumina asked while getting into a groove could be better afforded from Gail than from the others. Gail was easy enough to recognize from her photos in the newspaper and distinct wounds. Ideally the wound to Gail’s neck would not be problematic, as it was Lumina’s understanding that for the Speak with Dead spell only required the target’s mouth to be intact.

Lumina was so deep in thought as she prepared to perform the spell on Gail that it took her moment to hear the commotion behind her. Not understanding what she was hearing, Lumina turned around… and shrieked.

Lumina had looked just in time to witness Corinth get pummeled and thrown across the floor by a corpse that had been occupying one of the gurneys. As the violent corpse turned toward her, she recognized it as Turner Kramer from the TV News she had seen that morning, except his eyes were glowing red and his skin was rapidly becoming an inky black.

“The Bees, THE BEES! They COME FOR ME STILL! No peace, NO PEACE! Not for me, not while the Dreamers dream!”

Lumina nearly panicked, backing away from the monstrosity that Turner had become. Then she saw Corinth prone on the floor near the door, and she recalled the conversation she had with him in Heathrow Airport.

“Can I trust you to do what needs to be done should things go sideways? To, shoot, to kill… all the things. I need to know you got my back no matter what.”

“I got your back, chief,” Lumina muttered, forcing herself to stand her ground. Taking a piece of leather out of her pack, she quickly performed a Mage Armor spell just before Turner charged. The spell immediately proved its worth, subtle wards considerably tempering what may have been a debilitating blow. But it still hurt quite a bit, and Lumina staggered as the strike was deflected to her shoulder. Turner’s next attack was rather clumsy, as perhaps he had been thrown off by her ward. Lumina was able to raise her arm to protect herself, after which she was able to get close enough to shove Turner away. Earning herself a bit of space as Turner staggered, Lumina followed up with Hellish Rebuke, causing flames to sprout up around the fiend for its insolence. Turner howled in pain but regained his balance quickly. Backpedaling to gain whatever space she could, Lumina reached back into her back and felt around for a nail she had purchased. Getting it out just as Turner got ready to charge, Lumina cast a Hold Person Spell as Turner rapidly approached her.

Turner froze only about two feet away from her as the spell paralyzed him. His momentum still carried him toward her, but Lumina had bought herself enough time to get out of the way. The fiend toppled to the floor and came to rest near a pull-out compartment for additional bodies. Unsure how long the spell would last, Lumina started to back away toward where the fight had started, and then she saw that Corinth had recovered and was making his way toward them. Lumina felt her confidence soar as the monster hunter got back in the fight.

“Let’s finish this!”

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Corinth leaned against the wall and watched as Lumina prepped for her conversations with the dead. He knew some magic, mostly combat based, but he knew nothing about necromancy or anything related to the dead. He knew how to make things dead, but that was about it.

There was a creak behind him. Turning his head, he saw a very angry, very naked Kramer standing behind him. Before he could react, Kramer spun Corinth around and punched him across the face. Staggering, Kramer reached out, grabbed him, and tossed him up and out of the way. The dead Kramer now had a clear path towards Lumina.

Corinth shook the cobwebs from his head and started to stand. Letting his coat fall to the floor, he took his hat off and laid it on the chest of the nearest cadaver. He watched as Lumina was holding her own against Kramer and was genuinely impressed with her skills. She set him on fire and then froze him in place, causing him to fall over. Moving quickly, she took her place by Corinth’s side and said, “Let’s finish this!”

“It’s already over,” was his reply. The buzzing in his head was so loud, it felt like it was vibrating his whole body. Moving closer to Kramer, Corinth was able to get a better look at him. There was black ichor running out of his eyes, nose, and ears. He was a Filth and if there was one thing that Gaia feared, it was the Filth.

Filth stood in stark opposition to everything Gaia represented. It was the night to Her day, the water to Her fire. While She created, it destroyed. Gaia dreaded it, for as of now, there existed no sure way to eradicate it entirely. Though it could be slowed, its relentless spread remained unstoppable. Filth pervaded even Agartha. Should Gaia tremble before it, then it became Corinth’s solemn obligation, as one of Her guardians, to vanquish it.

Kramer hissed at the couple and Corinth immediately went for his gun, but stopped. Gun noise would bring too many people and that is exactly what they didn’t need right now. Kramer’s skin ripped as the Filth oozed and crawled around underneath it.

Kramer opened his mouth and a long tentacle shot forth heading for Lumina. Corinth’s eyes sparked blue and in an instant, his arm was in front of Lumina and the Filth’s tongue was wrapping around it. Corinth jerked his arm back in front of him, gripping the disgusting tongue with his hand and squeezing. Another flash of blue and electricity arced from his shoulder, down the creatures tongue, discharging into it’s face.

While the creature was stunned, Corinth pulled the Filth towards him by the tongue. He grabbed a scalpel from the gurney next to him and shoved it under Kramer’s chin, directly in the soft spot between both jawbones. He followed it up with an uppercut, shooting the scalpel deeper inside and causing Kramer’s jaw to slam shut, severing the tongue. As Kramer staggered backwards, Corinth grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed it repeatedly into the wall. Kramers’s face was nothing more than black ichor bubbling up where his facial features used to be.

Tossing Kramer aside onto the mortuary table, Corinth went to the front of it and kicked it back inside the drawer. He moved to the side in time to see Lumina send three fiery rays of light inside the drawer and then he slammed the door shut. A moment later, there was a muffled thump as the body of Kramer exploded, keeping all the poison contained. Human Filth had a tendency to explode once they were defeated, a dead man switch to cause a bit more havoc during the victory celebration.

“Smooth,” Corinth said as he made his way back to his jacket. reaching in, he pulled out his pills, spilling one into his hand and then popping it into his mouth. That toss to the ground didn’t do him any favors. He started putting his coat and hat one while he said, “we lost some time there. Might need to hurry up.”

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Sartre said, "Burgers and fries from room service will be good. Great idea Max. There has to be a way to fit all this together. Maybe Pastor Duane can help tomorrow, Alyssa can you run those programs while we eat lunch. Oh, another thing, about tradecraft, new agents, the best way to hide things is to have them in plain sight. We can talk about the secret world in a public place, if we do it right no one will notice.”

“Sure,” Alyssa replied. “I can run them from my laptop.” She started the van and they headed back to the hotel. She mentioned to Max to come to Peter’s room when he was ready.

Back at the room, Alyssa managed a hot shower to warm up, dried and into clean and not soaking jeans and a white tank covered by a red and black flannel shirt.

Back in the main part of the suite. She turned to Peter, "I’m sorry. I’m really not used to people wanting to take care of me, even for safety reasons. I realize I’m probably over thinking and perhaps over reacting to your offers.”

Sartre wanted to speak to Alyssa as well, there was no easy way to put the questions that he was going to ask. “Alyssa; you can sleep anywhere you want tonight. Are you strong enough to take on the nightmares? The other night, while you were having a nightmare, you were mentioning something about your mother and your father. When I……… did some profiling, I saw the images of your father disappearing in a portal, do you know anything about that? Are you willing to talk about that? I just don’t want anything happening to you. And that vision of someone in your hotel room. I don’t know who that was. You think you could handle them?”

“Well, my mother is still alive and well and living on Long Island though I don’t speak to her often.” The computer hacker began.

Alyssa sighed and took a seat on the couch. How could she explain what has been happening to her or that she never told anyone? “I don’t know if I can handle them. I’ve dealt with nightmares for the past five years on my own but last night’s, it feels like it was different.”

She was sure that sounded odd. "I can’t help much. I don’t remember what happened that day with my father. I remember being in my van, him using my chip to tell me he needed something but even those details are fuzzy. I remember going to the building he was in and then nothing. I woke up two days later in my van with no memory of anything for that entire time. Ever since then, weird things have been happening. I feel that they happened but I come out of whatever it is with no memory of any of it, just a strong feeling. I sometimes find myself doing something I don’t remember why I’m doing it or how I ended up somewhere. I used to always remember my dreams and now I don’t remember anything about them.”

It was in a sense terrifying, Alyssa would sometimes think she was losing her mind. The only thing probably keeping her from committing herself was that she knew enough about the secret world to understand that wasn’t it. "I wish I could tell you more.”

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Meanwhile, Agent Powers secured himself in his room and went to the bathroom to turn back into Max. Granted he was not wet from the rain in Agent Powers form, he still rinsed off. Then he ordered a large number of drinks, burgers and fries from room service. Once he hung up the phone he took a shower. He found a hot shower helped him relax. The memories of the blood writing flowed in his thoughts as he wondered if he had ever seen them before. Sadly all that voodoo stuff looked the same to him since he didn’t see the difference in the design. He felt like he was useless since all he could do was fight while Alyssa and Peter could figure out the clues to the investigation. He figured this was another crazy test by his adopted father to give him more experience. Sadly some of the members of the Illuminati looked down on Max and had better ways to use him, which was why Max worked so hard to impress his father. Once he was dressed up as Agent Powers, he heard the knock on his door and found the room service guy with his food order. After he tipped the waiter he rolled his cart to the room he was supposed to meet Alyssa and Peter in and knocked on the door.

Sartre spoke in a whisper. "It’s going to be storming again tonight, just as it did today. You asked me to stay with you the other night, May I do so again? I felt safe with you. Also; after you fixed the door To the room and asked me to stay with you as you were nervous. You immediately got extremely sleepy. How did you get so fatigued? Max should be coming in a few minutes.”

Alyssa looked confused for a moment. “I got suddenly exhausted?” She closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. “I don’t remember that.” Thinking for a moment. “I don’t know what’s safe but it’s probably safer with you in the same room as me. Alright, I’ll stay here, and you can stay with me in the bedroom.” She felt like there were little options. Things were getting too dangerous to be alone.

She heard the knock on the door, “Speaking of Max, that must be him.” She opened the door. Alyssa was surprised to find Max with a cart full of food. She opened the door wider. “Come in,” Alyssa smiled at Max, "Thanks for getting the food. You know if you ever get tired of being an agent you could try your hand as a food server.”

Agent Powers chuckled at Alyssa as he pushed the cart in the room. He replied, “Ha…Ha…I don’t know about that, but I think I could make a career at professional wrestling. What do you think?” Agent Powers flexed his muscles and then gave Alyssa a smolder. Then he winked at her and said, "Can you smell it? Can you smell the burgers?”

Does one have cheese bacon and mayo? How do you think this all fits together Max and Alyssa? How long should it take for your computer to decode those sigils Alyssa?”

Agent Powers looked at the food then at Peter as he replied, “Uhh…. Feel free to add or take off whatever you want. The sauces are in the cups if you want them.” Agent Powers pointed at the silver metal cups with ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise or bbq sauce. Then he fixed himself a burger with everything on before he began eating.

Posted by : Cindy
“Sure,” Alyssa smiled at Max’s joke about becoming a wrestler but he did look the part. “Food. Let’s eat and talk.” She started putting together a burger with bacon, swiss cheese, lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mustard and mayo. Then she took some fries, ketchup. Looking around, the drinks were mostly sodas. While she grabbed an orange soda, she also got on the phone.“Hey, I’m calling down to room service for my milkshake. Anyone need anything else?”

When she found out if the guys wanted anything else, Alyssa gave room service the order, including a chocolate malt for herself. She then sat down with her food. Pondering on Peter’s question. “The signals should be done by the time we’re done eating.” Many had been done in the van earlier and already sent to Peter. Some were just taking a little longer. “I don’t really know how it all fits together. If I go through what we know, it feels like we’re missing something needed to piece it together.” Alyssa took a bite of some fries, then continued. “I think maybe the Dragons know part, and we know part. It might be to the advantage of both sides to work together. I doubt the Templars, without a mandate to do so, would work with either side.” Just her impression.

Sartre slowly ate his cheeseburger and fries. "The End Rite and Saint Ede’s bible have something to do with it. What could the Scalpel of Ragley be? And the RC written on the walls?”

Alyssa shrugged, “Maybe we should list what we’ve discovered and try to find a link. Some kind of order to it.” She stood up and went into the bedroom, coming out with a notebook and a pen. Then sitting back down, crossed legged on the floor, near the table. She put the notebook down and opened it. Ready to take notes. “Okay, so what was found first. Was it that cryptic note that we decoded?”

Agent Powers was quietly eating his burger and fries while drinking his pineapple Fanta. He listened to Alyssa and Peter as he chewed his meal. He had very little knowledge of the occult other than video games and the aftermath of the cults he crushed in the past. The symbolism in blood varied greatly and made no sense to him. He reply, “I had a few missions in the past with cults like this. They like to use blood to write stuff and use a virgin sacrifice, but it’s all Greek to me. I never understood the whole point of what they do or why.” Agent Powers then took another bite.

"Yes the decoded notebook with the statement about the scalpel,” Sartre said.

“Notebook - Scalpel of Ragley. Why call it the Scalpel of Ragley?” Maybe that should be the next question, Alyssa thought as she opened the door to retrieve her milkshake from room service. Then closed the door, as soon as the server left.

"That’s what it’s called in the notebook.” Peter responded.

“I meant more, why is it called that in the notebook?” Alyssa tried to explain, as she downed some of her shake. "Let’s just get back to that. What was next? Was anything found after the notebook but before we went to the Halliwell’s house?”

"Nothing after the notebook.” Peter responded.

“So, the Halliwell mansion. The Book of Shadows, anything in that I need to note?” She hadn’t actually seen that particular book, and as far as Alyssa knew it was still in the house.

"The fact that someone broke into an 18 year old abandoned house, conducted rituals and left a very powerful book there along with a wraith in a jar. and wrote “RC” and “104 years ago” on the walls in blood.” Peter commented. “The End Rite is much more powerful than The Book of Shadows.”

“Well, there’s all of that, but I was getting there.” Though Alyssa said it matter of fact, not any kind of snark to it. She did write all that down however. Then added. “And basement Shade creatures and the End Rites.” And sighed, as she looked over the list. “This is more like advanced math than 1 + 1 = weird things happening.” She still thought they were missing something vital to the equation when her cell phone buzzed. Alyssa had a fully encrypted Illuminati phone and so she knew it was someone from there. “Yes,” Alyssa said after answering the call. Then a look of surprise, followed by a slight grin. “I certainly will. Thank you.”

Alyssa hung up the phone, looked at the two men and said. "Apparently, the Dragons reached out to our side. They want to collaborate on the investigation. I was given Sung’s number.”

“Sounds good. Are you enjoying your burgers?” Sartre finished his.

“Yes, it’s good,” Alyssa had been eating it but in-between the other things she was doing so it was taking her a while to finish it.

“I’ll call him.” Alyssa made the phone call.

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“Are you ready, Master Sung?” Choi asked the older and wiser man. “Where to next? The mansion?” asked Choi

“Yes let us go back we need to move fast,” said Sung walking out of the store.

Sung raced through the streets. Knowing where someone was going to help as they headed to the mansion of the mass suicides. Sung did not like the idea they could walk into a trap or the others as well whatever was behind the scenes was powerful he could feel like that last time. The little hairs stood up when the shade showed up but there was more. The magic was stronger than that. Arriving Sung watched for a moment seeing anyone watching the place or hiding.

Choi saw Sung running toward the SUV. The mansion he wished to search, the one where there was a mass suicide, that’s where they headed. They had already searched the Halliwell mansion. What more could they find? Yeong wondered along the way what Eun-Ji was investigating. He hated that they were divided. He broke away from the group yesterday and it got him a bunch of circular holes in his side. However, Choi realized they must stay on the same page. So Choi bounded, utilizing his parkour skills to keep up with Sung. He ran well for an older man. “You’re pretty fast for an older man,” Choi confessed. But then he saw the serious features on Sung’s face. “What is it, Master Sung? Is there danger?”

Seeing it was clear Sung stepped out of the SUV and started to walk towards the place carefully. Watching every shadow Sung could feel the energy just walking up to the house. Sung thought about what all the victims had in common and that the trial went cold for law enforcement and that is why Sung was pulled in for. This had to be a bigger problem with all three organizations working on the same case. Sung felt at a loss those kids were rushing around and they would get killed if they didn’t watch what they were doing. They need to work together one way or another. He walked to the door.

Choi saw a terrace to one side. Most likely, the police had the front door sealed, so Choi looked for another entrance. He climbed quickly up the terrace. There was a roof to it, leading to a window. Choi tried the window. It slid open. “Master Sung,” he quietly quipped. “I’m in. I’ll be down shortly and open a window for you.”

Sung stepped to one side waiting on the window the magic energy was used for something. it was channeled somewhere Sung closed his eyes he had a direction but that was it the trail was cold now. Sung heard the window slide open and looked Choi was there on the other side. Hopping through the window was not a problem for Sung even at his age. Sung pulled out his flashlight. It was getting dark now and the clock was ticking. The little tactical light lit the whole room up. Looking down he could see where the most traffic was and followed the steps to a door that led downstairs. The light smell was still there of old blood. the basement still had all the markings of where the bodies lay. It was a mess with all the blood stains on the walls.

Looking along the walls next was a message over and over “We Fear Nothing” Along with other symbols blood ran down the walls with the people’s blood. A disturbing sight this must have been for the Police. “Now I know why I was called in for this investigation,” said Sung out loud. “Be glad Choi you did not have to deal with this first,” stated Sung. "Women children whole families all drank some cocktail and died. This occult sickens me.

Choi saw the room as he had seen it before. He could envision each body that he had seen in the morning. He could handle the blood. It was seeing them appear as if they were asleep that was macabre. “Fear nothing?” Yeong wondered aloud. “I guess they didn’t if they drank what they did. They didn’t fear death, that’s for certain.”

Sung rubbed his chin and looked around “They would have made that a message “We Fear Nothing” for others to read but do not take it literally. There is something about it in my files this is not the only place this has happened or the message and the symbols.” remarked Sung. He started to stir at a jar on a beam in the basement. He shook his head and chuckled. “Choi, I have been a fool now I know how they are hiding in place sight. They know we are here maybe. The jar on the beam over there with the eye they use it like a survivance camera,” said Sung sounding aggrieved. “We should warn the others.” Remarked Sung walking around the room.

According to the vision and the news report, Choi knew that they were in for a huge fight. This seemed to follow the same MO as the Heaven’s Gate Cult, led by Marshall Applewhite. More than likely, the same entity was behind this cult. Master Park was part of that investigation. In fact, it was this entity that almost killed Master Park. Choi winced as he imagined this entity had probably grown more powerful through the years. “Master Sung,” Choi quietly spoke. “We are up against something big. I believe my master had fought it once before and almost died. We need to work together, I mean, all of us together. Not just you, me, and Eun-Ji. All of us.”

“I don’t think we should do this alone the level of magic is even higher than mine,” said Sung. He pulled out his phone. and took some pictures of the walls in the basement. “Let us get out of here,” said Sung looking a little worried. Sung took a small spray out of his pocket and sprayed anything they touched Sung moved swiftly first checking before they went out the window. Before closing the window Sung took the spray and sprayed the wood to the window.

“We need to leave,” said Sung pulling out his phone and dialing a 1-800 number. The voice on the other side was female. “extension Lima India Oscar clearance November” said Sung into the phone. “Wait one transferring you now.” said the other voice. There was a ringtone. they got back to the SUV and got in. Sung dialed a number and waited “Yes,” is all the voice said. Sung said “Payback, Alyssa, Van, and a license plate number, danger close, all in. Number Sung pulled another phone out and gave the number in the red, Thank you.” finished Sung hanging up. “we need to find Alyssa,” suggested Sung.

“What about Moon?” Choi replied. “She is by herself and needs to be with us.” Yeong recognized by the look on Sung’s face that he had already thought of that fact. So, he concentrated on his original statement. “I know her energy,” Choi confirmed. “Get me to a high place overlooking the city, and I will locate her.”

Driving Sung was thinking and hearing the question. “Call her if you have a phone from the dragon’s office If not call the operator and get patched through and talk to Moon,” explained Sung. maybe the kid forgot thought Sung. “I am waiting on a call from Alyssa. There got to be an easier way to do this stuff,” grumbled Sung.

“Easier is the same as normal. It doesn’t exist,” Choi returned in response to Sung. “What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly. What is simple for the mind often appears difficult for the heart.” Yeong was explaining that the use of his gifts came naturally to him. For Choi, it was an extension of himself. It was why Choi never carried a phone. “However,” Choi did agree, “it would be better if we utilize technology so that we can communicate with each other at will. Like the Illuminati, but without chips.”

“We will cross that water when we get to it.” Sung sighed “Here use my phone it is an office one.” explained Sung He had the other phone with him.

Choi dialed a number to the South Korean office. Speaking the home language, he was patched to Moon Eun-Ji’s phone. There was no answer. This girl was just frustrating Choi to no end. He left a message that he and Master Sung were headed to the place where she was dropped off. The danger is rising for one to be working alone.

Sung answered his phone and started to talk.

Choi patiently awaited the conversation to end. He had always been confident in his abilities. However, he also acknowledged that the entity they were facing was that much greater. Single-handedly, none of them could defeat this foe. Together, they stood a much better chance. It wasn’t often that Choi had worked with the other factions. At least the other team was likable. Alyssa’s tech, Power’s strength, although as slow as it was, and Sartre (whatever he did. He must be like the Sung of the team. The older, wiser, experienced of the three.), would all be needed to defeat what they were about to face. He’d even welcome some Templars, although, for some reason, they hadn’t run into any this time.

“Sung, here, Alyssa?” Sung said he had some urgency in his voice. “Yes,” Alyssa responded. “I got word the Greens want to work with the Blues. We just had the same thought.” Letting him know they were good with that.

“That is good to hear. I think we are all in danger there is powerful magic involved. They probably know we are not the police.” Sung started to explain. “I will send some pictures they link everything together somehow. I have seen the symbols before next to the writing in blood. Sending the pictures now.” said Sung. “They are using magic to watch us like a remote viewing,” Sung explains.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we are all in agreement.” Alyssa paused a moment and looked at her phone. Tapped her screen a few times, then back into the phone. “I got the pics. Maybe we should all meet and discuss things.”

“Anywhere you feel is a good place?” asked Sung. “I’ll send you the address to the hotel we’re staying at. Come by tomorrow morning. Just message me when you get here.” Alyssa sent the info. Hotels were that public-private sort of Mashup. They could talk privately but public enough to not seem like an odd meeting place. “OK, you guys need help just call I will try to get to you,” said Sung. He was worried that this whole thing could come undone

“Sounds good,” Alyssa hung up.

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Alyssa hung up the phone, she scrolled through the images that had been sent. Not saying a word for several minutes. “Sung agreed to come here tomorrow morning. I’m guessing at least Yeong will be with him.” Alyssa really didn’t know about Eun-Ji. “Here, you should see these.” She passed her phone to Peter so he could see the images. “Personally, I really think we should wait until the Dragons are here to discuss things. I need time to do some computer work. Is it okay if we just take the rest of the day to work on individual things?” There was just stuff she couldn’t do going from place to place.

"Good idea. We can show the images to the dragons, to see if they know anything. I’m going to research Ruth Cobb and different “RC’s”. The afternoon was only beginning to fade into evening.

Sartre was willing to let Alyssa take as much time as she needed to complete her work.

Sartre did a computer search on all of the illuminati files containing references to any cases of an “RC” he found references to a seventeen century witchfinder in Salem who was up to her own nefarious deeds. She had a connection to the Warren bloodline that would later become The Halliwells.

Though he already knew this.

Then he saw something interesting.

A folder.

It was buried deep within the illuminati intranet.

The previous form file was as well but this one was uniquely marked by a designation that Sartre had wanted to see for twelve years but had never been granted access to

“Vault Data: RC Statement.”

He clicked on the folder and entered the proper information that he had known since attaining the illuminated agent rank twelve years ago.

The screen would respond with.

“Illuminated agent rank insufficient.”

“This folder is classified.”

“Higher ranks required.”

Consult your Labyrinth computer technician."

Twelve years and vault data access still remained a mystery.

Alyssa started on the computer, she would be there for hours. Stopping briefly on occasion to order snacks, and coffee amd soft drinks. If course, she would ask if Peter wanted anything but it also back to the computer. Checking and rechecking things. This was how she usually lived, so there was a comfort level to it even if the information was less than what she had wanted.

Turned the sigil’s were A study of the sigil’s were an ancient form of Mesopotamian mixed with an unknown language lost to history. The computer was really only able to decode “Chaos Crawls.”

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. Diving back into it but here seemed to be no way translated the rest. That was frustrating to her.

The computer hacker then started on another project of adding the information gathered, the images the Dragons had sent and the ones Alyssa already had to an encrypted database for her own use.

Alyssa also had discovered, for reasons unclear to her, the Dragons seemed to be using burner phones. Most people would do that if they didn’t want the calls traced but Dragon cell phones, like Illuminati or Templar phones were the most untraceable ones out there. They were safer than either burner phones. However, she’d keep that mind if needed in the future. Late afternoon turned into late night in, what seemed to Alyssa, all to fast a time.

A yawn escaped from her despite the numerous cups of coffee she drank. Alyssa realized bed was probably a good option, especially when meeting with the Dragons the next day. If Peter happened to still be up, she told him she was headed to bed and went into the bedroom. Changed and opened the door back up. He’d come on when he was ready she was sure. It didn’t take long after her head hit the pillow to fall asleep.

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Later that night.

It was storming outside, the lightning made it seem as if there were shadows of individuals on the walls like someone in the room.

As they lay in bed with Alyssa sleeping, maybe dreaming of the cosmos, Sartre looked at Alyssa, her paleness was alluring. He thought about waking her up to ask, but then thought of a beach in December, he lightly stroked her hair and placed his finger on her lip. He removed his pentacle necklace and placed it on her chest before falling asleep.

There was a buzzing and whirring. The End Rite came out of the backpack and it was enveloped in a purplish glow as it floated above her head. Sartre’s pentacle began to float above Alyssa’s chest. They were startled awake by the sight of the floating objects and by a loud knock at the hotel room door.

Alyssa jumped awake, staring at the direction of the knocking. An uneasy feeling crept over her.

Sartre slipped his shirt on. Carefully opening the door he and Alyssa found a woman with black hair and a dark jacket.

The woman barged in carrying a scalpel with strange sigils; it had a greenish glow.

“You really think you’re something? Agent Sartre?”

The woman would continue angrily.

"That’s funny. I much preferred Heidegger’s “Being in Time” over “Being and Nothingness”

What have you bees done, you think you can burn down my sisters’ shop ?"

“That guy brought me back in an unpleasant fashion”. Said the woman

“Prue Haliwell?” Sartre asked.

“Yeah.”

“And who’s this chick with you?” Prue asked, pointing to Alyssa.

“The names Alyssa, last time I checked I wasn’t fuzzy, little and yellow.” Alyssa’s snarkiness coming through, before getting more serious. “Back up, your sisters’ shop was burned down?” It was clearly a surprise. “Sorry that happened but we didn’t have anything to do with that.”

The computer hacker had spoken first, and then realized Prue Halliwell? Wasn’t she? “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Though the question was more rhetorical than anything.

"I was until a few hours ago. You people have been in and out of our house so many times it’s not funny. And then someone burns down my sister’s shop? you should really see what one of you has done to our house now, actually a few minutes, I think you should come with me. Another thing. Prue pointed her finger in Sartre’s face. “Take anything of Phoebe’s you want, but don’t take anything of mine.” The dark-haired woman was clearly angry. “If you want someone’s panties why don’t you get her’s off.” Prue motioned to Alyssa. “Hey!” Sartre yelled, looking at Alyssa. He pulled the dark-haired woman close and whispered something into her ear. Within seconds; he was seemingly pushed back by telekinesis. “That Knife, it’s a scalpel. We’ve been looking for the scalpel of Ragley” “You can do better than that agent Sartre.” said Prue. "One of you was rummaging through drawers taking necklaces and something you thought to be this scalpel.”

Prue raised her scalpel. In its greenish glow, it was noticeable that the engravings on the knife were the same sigils found on the walls of the mansion earlier. “Ragley, was a purposeful mispronunciation by a disturbed mind. Can you guess the real pronunciation Alyssa? Such a coward. Sleeping with night pants on.” How do you pronounce this Alyssa?" Prue asked seemingly uncaring to how she made anyone feel .

“Being I am not a mind reader, how would I know what that pronunciation is supposed to be?” Any fear by Alyssa seemed to be replaced by annoyance at Prue. “And you do seem like the type to sleep naked next to a man you recently met, but hey I’m not into shaming people like that. Do what you want.” Alyssa shook her head at the woman,“You seem to have all the answers, why don’t you tell us what Ragley really is.” She was now thinking it might be Riley but that meant nothing to her. Besides, she wasn’t going to give Prue the satisfaction of answering her.

“The correct pronunciation is The Scalpel of Ryleh…” Prue fired back.

Alyssa knew Prue would give up the answer if she was just annoying enough. Trying to figure out why that sounded so familiar. Like something she read or saw or …“The Lost City” said in a whisper as if worried the Gods themselves might hear.

Alyssa had no idea how or why she knew that. She looked at Prue. "Look I get why you’re pissed, I would be as well. But you’re pissed at the wrong people and I think I can prove it.”

“Prove it.” Prue lightly swung the glowing blade in the air.

Alyssa got out of bed, “Follow me.” She went into the main area of the suite and fired up her laptop. A few moments of typing and clicks, and then she turned the screen to Prue. One half of the screen was the surveillance footage of the shop, the other of the house.

Alyssa clicked on the shop first, it was easy to see people in black robes going around the shop, mere seconds later the shop burst into flames. Then Alyssa went to the footage of the house, also people in black robes this time in the house, no fire but they likely stole items. “A cult is involved in all of this. I would bet that’s who you should be looking for. Black robes aren’t really our style. And I doubt any of the factions would be careless enough to leave that kind of a trace.” Maybe, but unlikely. “Besides, this all happened tonight and we have been here since the afternoon.”

Alyssa sighed. “It seems to me you can help us and find out who really did it or just continue to be pissed at the wrong people. Your sisters refused to help or more like Phobe was uncooperative, Piper was far more reasonable about it but it seemed as if Piper was following Phoebe’s lead. You however could help or maybe get them to help.” Alyssa sighed, and brushed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “Things are likely going to get worse, day by day then moment by moment. We’re not safe - no one is safe, not the factions, not your sisters, not the world at large unless we stop whatever is going to happen from happening.” The words coming from somewhere buried inside of the young woman. "So, Prue Halliwell are you going to just stay pissed or will you help us?”

"I came here to ask you two and that guy in the other room to come with me back to the manor, my sisters are there and we can place wards around the house that will protect it for 24 hours. Grab the End Rite and those Item’s you stole Alyssa.”

“Let me get a hold of Max,” Alyssa tried to reach Max on the cell, not wanting to give Prue the information that the Illuminati had an other way of communicating. While she was doing that, she was making sure anything taken from the house was in her backpack. There wasn’t much they had actually taken. It was mostly there however the End Rite, where was that? Alyssa searched the room and found it on the bed, along with Peter’s pentacle. She put the book in her backpack and handed the pentacle back to Peter. Alyssa didn’t realize it had been placed on her, as she slept.

It was just up to trying Max again. If he didn’t respond, Alyssa would go over there.

Max answered his cell as he was watching an old episode of the outer limits. He answered, “Sup? Are ya having bad dreams again?

“No, I’m good, thanks. Can you get dressed and come over? We need to take a trip back to the Halliwell house, right now.” Alyssa responded. “Oh and bring anything you might have accidentally gotten from the house.” Alyssa really didn’t know if the underwear had been an accident but it wouldn’t have surprised her.

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As they drove, it had been a few minutes since Alyssa had awakened Max. There was a light rain that was pelting the van.

"The guy who brought me back, I don’t know who he was. I really don’t know why. All I know is that in 2001, a demon nearly destroyed the whole house. They couldn’t save me. Later, my half-sister would join them. She always had a problem of trying to hold up to my standards. It isn’t what you think, I wasn’t directly sent to the hell dimension. I never came back as a ghost either. Alyssa, I’m sure you would say that I have the personality of a wraith “I assure you that’s not the case. I’ve always just wanted to have peace of mind. I never really hadn’t after a friend of mine Detective Andy died back in 1998. This knife, no one knows its exact origins. It is a very powerful artifact that can deal with creatures and entities that the book of shadows can’t. It is called the scalpel of Ryleh, does that sound familiar to you Alyssa, you are extremely pale am I scaring you or do you spend way too much time in front of that computer?” asked Prue. “The woman who gave me the dagger, Alyssa is a woman named Amaryllis Wicker she and her brother run the politics of the hell dimension. Sartre over here and several other agents helped clean the place up. There was a revolt and fight between several factions. Red, blue and green would make sure that Theodore Wicker would come out victorious. Even Amaryllis Wicker does not know the exact origin of the scalpel. What ever is going on in the city, it should do the job though.” said Prue.

As the van pulled into the old derelict mansion, the three walked in the front door. The walls were once again covered in a bloody grafity “Marquardt” “Congo.” “RC.” You three are really going to want to see what’s happened in our attic…" Prudence would lead them up the stairs into the famed attic that was recently filled with flying bullets.

The Book of Shadows rested in the middle of the room, just as it had since October 1998. There were differences though, pictures of Emma as a young girl where around the room. Pictures of her as an adult as “Anima” were also around the room. She was extremely powerful, perhaps the key to the entire ministry that had been going on for twelve years.

Along with those photos, there were freshly written messages in blood on the walls.

“Roald Amundsen” “Lost Expedition.”

There were photos of the Explorer and his various teams standing in the Arctic cold.

All of the photos had been meticulously placed around the attic.

The photos of the Explorer were placed to surround the book of shadows.

"These items are related to your world, not ours. I guess from the same secret world now. " said Prue.

“It’s a new secret world.” Said Sartre.

Come downstairs, the three of us want to talk with you.

The forward had downstairs and sat on the couch in the living room, the three sisters were directly across from them.

Piper said, “not having met you, I can’t thank you enough. I knew ever since Prue’s funeral in 2001 that I would see her again, you agents have helped us with that somehow. It’s almost as if it is destiny.”

A Teary-eyed Phoebe said “it’s good to see you again Prue, you are home now.”

Phoebe would become quiet immediately, it was easy to see there was some tension between these two sisters. Piper being the middle sister was literally caught in the middle and had been for over twenty years.

"Prue would say, we all have to work together, to figure out what’s going on here. Whoever you secret world agents are after, have an interest in this house. It’s probably because of the ley line under the house as well as that powerful spell book we never found in the basement. It was something Mom or Grams, never wanted us to find. Though our name is Halliwell, our original family name was Warren.

“The first victim to be killed in the recent days, Piper would continue, had to been an extended relative of ours, she probably didn’t even know of our existence. This has to have something to do with our bloodline. At first, we thought that the RC might’ve been a reference to Ruth Cobb, she was a witch finder that we had to travel back in time to fight in 2001. However; I think were dealing with something much more powerful. If there was some way we can figure out the identity of this other RC.” For some reason Phoebe looked stoic and then said "that book, The End Rite is mainly a portal opening book. I won all three of you to get as far away from us as possible, go to the back of the room, take the salt container and for a circle around yourselves. Do not move.

The three agents would do so. The three sisters took the book out of Alyssa’s bag and placed it on the table.

Phoebe what open it is a large blast of light would come from it enveloping the three sisters.

Phoebe would collapse as the other two hastily read as much as they could and flipped pages.

After about two minutes, they closed the book.

“You three agents can come out of the circle now.”

They would do so.

Phoebe awoke. “I had a premonition, tomorrow night. Portals being opened a huge battle. Chaos. A man here opening portals. Something crawling, something chaotic. Another man here, the same one that brought you back Prue. Prue, Andy Will be here…”

“That’s impossible.” Her sister would respond.

"It would’ve been impossible for you to come back as well, Prue but you’re back. Phoebe would continue. "You."She pointed to Alyssa. "You lost someone in a portal. Someone you cared about, you can’t or don’t want to remember it. "

Phoebe’s eyes would well up in tears.

“No, no,not again. What happened to him can’t… can’t happen again to…” Phoebe would look directly at Alyssa and then glance to someone else in the room.

“We have to do everything right from here on out,” said Phoebe."

“The three of us, the three of you, and anyone else involved have to do everything right.” Piper looked worried at what Phoebe saw with her power premonition.

“One mistake can’t be made.” Said Prue

Sartre felt extremely nervous. Not one mistake could be made. And what had Phoebe seen that related to Alyssa, and who was it that she had looked at in the room.

“We have plenty of bedrooms here, they have TVs in them. Did you like what I was able to do with the pennant and the book outside your hotel room? Go grab yourself some drinks and head to bed Chick Chicken.” Prue would smirk to Alyssa.

Everyone was wiry, Sartre helped Alyssa lay down, and was lying down next to her similar to the way they were in the hotel room. He himself was so nervous and wiry he had to turn the TV on for a few minutes.

“Beverly Hills 90210, this is an old show, when I was in college Alyssa, one of the other students said something about a character on here. He said he had a dream that the character Brenda Walsh had killed his dog.”

After about thirty minutes he shut the TV off. Alyssa was still awake. He would stroke her her and once again admire her paleness. He took off his pentacle and placed it around her neck. As he closed his eyes, he embraced her in hopes of coming her and himself down.

Agent Powers was quiet the whole time. For starters he was hiding some very skimpy women’s underwear in his pocket since he had a feeling Alyssa found out about them. He was nervous he would get a lecture for having them even though it was an accident. Oddly enough no one mention them after he had transformed and met up with Alyssa, Peter and a dead girl who was very much alive before his eyes. He was relieved he didn’t have to fight a dead girl since his knowledge in the occult was limited to sci-fi and phone games. The ride to the estate was uncomfortable as the dead girl was very snotty and arrogant. She seemed to have it out for Alyssa and Peter though. He was surprised he was ignored in his muscle form. Once they arrived he quietly did as he was instructed and learned that the three sisters were witches with their own adventurers. Through the rest of the days he did his best to try to understand the others were going on about but it was like they were speaking a different language. Once again he felt like an outsider in a group of super natural types. When it came to bed time he was left alone as they all went to a room to sleep in. Seeing as he was in the living room all alone he sighed and reverted back into the 18 year old Max next to a pile of pink slime.

He sighed as he adjusted his clothes to get the extra slime out before it evaporated. Then he grabbed a pillow off the couch and slept on the floor with no blanket. Sadly he was used to this since he was rarely given a room or bed while on his missions. He had to sleep on the cold wet ground to many times, so the pillow was actually a luxury for him when out of a hotel room. As he looked up at the ceiling he did his best to sort out what was going on around him but it was way to complicated for him. Then he remembered he had the undies in his pocket and his eyes opened up wide as he looked around and dug them out of his pocket and shoved them under the couch cushion to get rid of the evidence. Then he sighed and hummed to himself, “One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, its the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
'Cause one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever know
One is the loneliest number even worst then two
Yeah”
Eventually he closed his eyes to sleep.

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Within about half an hour, in the darkness, Peter could feel Alyssa moving. He definitely wasn’t doing anything but someone was. He knew who. Alyssa’s night pants were starting to slide off and anything under was certain to come next. It was light enough in the room to see, Prue had to know this, she also had to know Sartre couldn’t help but look. He looked but jerked up Wilson’s sleep pants. He could not avert his gaze. “That Bitch” he said to Alyssa, thinking back to the hatred of that character on that 90210 show.

Alyssa had laid in bed, unable to sleep due to the events kn the evening. Questions just became more questions, answers she thought she had made less sense. When Alyssa suddenly found herself unable to move, floating above the bed, her sleep pants starting to come off but fortunately Peter was there and able to rescue the moment and the hacker from complete embarrassment.

With no warning, the young woman fell on to her bed, the momentary paralysis gone. Alyssa’s anger however was in full gear.

Gritting her teeth, a look that could have possibly killed some wrote the absolute hatred for the guilty party all over Alyssa’s face. She stormed out of the bedroom and slammed opened Prue’s door, not even bothering to knock.

“You Bitch.” Alyssa started. “What are you jealous or something?”

Prue laughed, “Hardly, chicky. I was just helping you two out - seems like you both could use more action.”

“Ugh,” Alyssa snarled. “We don’t need any relationship help from you.”

“Oooh…so it is a relationship then?” Prue said with a sarcastically stickiness to her voice.

“It’s not…it’s…just… Stop being such a pain in the ass. Or you incapable of such a feat?” Alyssa though saw the slight grin on Prue’s face.

“You know maybe if you came out from behind your computer every once in a while, you’d know more about men.” Prue seemed unbothered by anything Alyssa said.

“Maybe, if you weren’t such a bitch you would have more friends.” Alyssa’s saw the look on Prue’s face, and knew the fight was momentary over. The hacker turned and left.

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Alyssa returned to the room she was sharing with Peter. Before saying anything to the man, she left a text for Sung.

Meet at Halliwell House tomorrow morning. A lot has happened. Or come tonight. Important but no one in urgent danger.

She then sighed and said to Peter, "I’m never going to get to sleep tonight.”

“Yes you will. Your anger is attractive. Relax. go to a beach in winter." Peter thought, ‘one mistake.’ They would all have to work together.

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Max stirred awake as he heard some women argue from afar. He was tired and didn’t understand the conversation since it stopped without violence he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. He was once again dreaming of a former adventurer in his past where he was in the jungle hunting and destroying a drug lord and his estate.

While trekking through the jungle with a machete, he was softly singing to himself, “Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
Wee heeheehee weeoh aweem away
Wee heeheehee weeoh aweem away
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
Wee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away
Rrr, la la la weeoh aweem away
Hush, my darling, don’t fear, my darling,
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling, don’t fear, my darling,
The lion sleeps tonight
Wah oh oh, wah oh oh, wah oh wimoweh
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away”

Then as he finished his song he found a mansion in the middle of a jungle. For the life of him he could not understand why someone would live like that in the middle of now where. It was like painting a huge target on their backs whie acting all high and mighty. So he found a few fallen trees and used some supplies from his backpack to turn them into huge torches. Then one by one he held them over a small campfire and lit them before launching them like a javelin at the estate. His targets were the areas that were very flammable like the ammo shed, propane gas tanks, wooden parts of the house and the vehicles. He continued to sing his songs as he launched his attack from a distance.

He sang, “Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the… FLOOR!”
Then when the whole place was a blaze he ran into the complex as he continued to sing, “Beaten… why for?
Can’t take much more
Here we go… Here we go… Here we go (now)
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something’s got to give
Two - Something’s got to give
Three - Something’s got to give
Now!
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!”

When he was done only soot remained from the entire estate and all the people there. He pulled out his radio and called his father for his next mission. Max’s dreams were usually of his past and sometimes he would dream of being a game character from his phone but in the end his dreams ended up back to his violent past. His father trained him to live in a world where violence was a normal thing and to not get emotional about it. Max could kill an entire Cartel and sleep like a baby. He was clueless that his father turned him into a sociopath. However he was also eager to earn approval from his peers which was a condition he also learned that contradicted his violent training. His father was pleased by his conditioning but disappointed in his poor academics.

San Francisco, Morgue, Evening of Day After Kramer’s First Death

“We lost some time there. Might need to hurry up.”

“We also lost an interviewee,” Lumina noted.

As the adrenaline rush from the attempt on her life by the corrupted Turner Kramer ceased, the hits Lumina had taken from the creature made themselves known to Lumina, particularly the hit to her shoulder. She was going to have a nice bruise there in the morning. Corinth certainly had it worse though.

Back to the task at hand. Approaching Gail Iris’s corpse again, Lumina took a sample of incense from her bag, then chanted the incantation and performed the appropriate gestures for Prestidigitation to ignite the incense, after which she chanted a different incantation and performed different gestures to cast Speak with Dead. Thankfully, both were fairly quick to cast spells, and within a few moments, Gail sat up and looked in Lumina’s general direction through sightless eyes. The corpse said nothing.

Taking a deep breath, Lumina began the preamble she had been thinking about on the way there. “I am sorry to disturb your rest, Gail, but people are suffering at the hands of an assailant that we do not know, and we think you can help us identify the nature of this threat. I will ask you some questions, and then I will leave you in peace.

“I told him they would do it, but he wouldn’t listen to me!” the corpse rasped.

“I’m listening to you,” Lumina reassured her as she struggled to suppress her unease with the uncanny situation.

“No one listened to me, they all think I am crazy,” Gail moaned.

“I don’t,” Lumina again assured her, “Now, did you see a man with the head and wings of a moth before you were shot?”

“He had red eyes, and he was in front of the school! He should have listened to me!”

Lumina glanced at Corinth. This was something. Question two. “Who shot you?”

“I did,” Gail rattled.

That confirmed the official report that Gail’s death was a suicide. Question three. “Why did you shoot yourself?”

“I had too!”

Lumina was fast running out of questions. How could the mothman force Gail to kill herself? Or did he even do so? “Who made you shoot yourself?”

“The man in the black suit, he was coming for me, and nobody would listen to me!” Gail cried.

Lumina glanced at Corinth again. So there was somebody else wrapped in all of this too? Last question. “Who is the man in the black suit?”

Gail appeared confused by the question, “Nobody wears a suit like that in this heat. It’s too hot for that suit. Aren’t you listening to me?” Gail’s voice grew louder and angrier as she continued, “Why would anyone wear a suit like that when it’s this hot?! You aren’t listening to me, and now too late, now I’ve been shot, just like I told him would happen! Nobody listens to me, they think I’m crazy, and now you think I’m crazy! You should have listened to me! Now it’s too late! Why aren’t you listening to me?!”

Lumina cut off the spell as Gail became aggressive. As she did so, Gail’s voice and motions ceased, and the corpse collapsed back onto the gurney.

Lumina shuddered, closed her eyes, and pinched her temples as she processed her conversation with Gail. She had confirmed that the Mothman was indeed involved in this mess, and she also mentioned the presence of another man, a man in a black suit, that had reportedly been approaching Gail that had somehow prompted her to shoot herself repeatedly. Apparently there had been something very strange about the man, but Lumina didn’t understand how a black suit in and of itself was that unusual. Men wore formal black suits in a lot of industries. Presumably Gail didn’t mistake this man for a school administrator or a father in one of those industries coming to pick his kid up. Surely there had to be something else.

Then Lumina recalled seeing a man in a black suit featuring prominently in a vision The End Rite had induced. Could Gail have seen that man?

Time was ticking, and Lumina had one more interview to do. Perhaps Olivia had seen this other man as well?

Unfortunately, none of the bodies on the gurneys matched Olivia’s description, so Lumina and Corinth had to use precious minutes searching through the pullout body drawers along the back wall (Lumina was careful not to open the drawer Turner had exploded in) until Corinth found the corpse of a young auburn haired girl who looked like she had been impaled by a great number of needles. Lumina immediately got to work pulling out another sample of incense and repeating the spells she had used to initiate a conversation with Gail.

Like Gail had, Olivia sat up as the Speak with Dead spell went into effect. “What do you want from me?” the girl whimpered.

Lumina launched into mostly the same preamble she had used to initiate her other conversation. “I am sorry to disturb your rest, Olivia, but people are suffering at the hands of an assailant that we do not know, and we think you can help us identify the nature of this threat. I will ask you some questions, and then I will leave you in peace.”

“The needles,” Olivia moaned, “They’re everywhere.”

“Did you see a man with the head of and wings of a moth before you were attacked?” Lumina inquired.

Olivia nodded, but said nothing.

Question two. “Did that man attack you?”

“He flew at me, his eyes glowing so red, and he screamed at me, but it was the man who came from behind me that hurt me with the needles.”

Lumina paused. Another man again. “Why did the man hurt you with the needles?” she asked gently.

“He told me not to move, and I tried to get away, to get to the trees,”

“Why were you going to the trees?”

Olivia froze. “I-I saw a swamp, from 104 years ago, and I saw men screaming in a crypt, and I felt it calling to me…”

As Olivia trailed off, Lumina racked her mind for the last question. “What do you know of your ancestor that disappeared in a Florida swamp 104 years ago?”

“I don’t know anything! I don’t know why this happened to me! I just want to be left alone!” Olivia broke into sobs that did not relent. When she did not desist, Lumina knew she had gotten all she could. With a sigh, Lumina broke off the spell, and Olivia got to return to her eternal rest.

Sufficiently rattled for one night, Lumina helped Corinth close the drawer that held Olivia. “Let’s get out of here,” she intoned. Corinth wordlessly led her out of the room.

Thankfully, nobody gave them too much trouble as the Templars made their way back through the hospital. Lumina was feeling pretty done with the day as they got into their sporty red Nissan Maxima. “I’m feeling a shower right now,” Lumina groaned as Corinth started the car. He seemed to be in agreement as they pulled out onto the streets.

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Corinth pulled into the hotel parking lot, annoyed at the lack of information they received from the bodies. It shouldn’t have been no surprise really, they were dead. How much sense could a dead person make after being dragged from the afterlife? Mothman…man in black…swamp…nothing was making sense and he wondered if this was one of those situations where anima collected over time, creating a font that seeped into the real world, affecting those that came to close. Probably not…but it could have something to do with the Ley Lines.

Making his way inside, the scent of food overtook his want for a shower. It wasn’t that he smelt bad, it was that Filth had a way of making one feel…well,filthy. He motioned for Lumina to follow him and he pulled seat out from the bar for her and took his own.

“What can I get ya,” asked the bartender as he stereotypically tossed a towel over his left shoulder.

Corinth pulled out a red card and slid it over to him. “Bourbon for me and whatever she wants. If I have to ask for a refill, the cost is coming out of your tip. You read me?”

“Loud and clear.” The bartender pulled out a tumbler and filled it halfway and put it in front of Corinth.

“Go ahead and hook me up with one of your large burgers and fries while you’re at it. Whatever she wants, just put it all on the card.” The bartender nodded and went to put the orders in.

Taking a sip of his drink, Corinth sat in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “All this stuff isn’t adding up and it’s making no sense. Mothman, murders, man in black, Ley Lines, witches, the manor, a freaking swamp 104 years ago? This is nothing but a ridiculous headache.”

He took a longer sip of his drink and placed it on the bar a little harder than he meant to. “Here’s my theory on this,” looking over to Lumina, “I think the Mothman was doing what he always did. Warning people of a disaster. That’s his M.O. He showed up in front of two women and then they died. Man in black is probably some magical serial killer. No one ever said magic was used only by the factions, so real creeps out there use it too.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Look, nobody here is listening to us. If anything, they probably think we are talking about a movie or a podcast or something.”

“Where was I? Witches. They’re bullshit. After thinking about it, there is no way all three of those sisters had been accepted by Gaia. It is rare, very rare, to have multiple members of the same family be giving the gift by Gaia, much less three sisters. And then there is a half fourth one? Bullshit. I have a better chance of meeting Gaia herself than Her giving four sisters bees. No, they did something.”

The bartender brought out the food and then refilled Corinth’s drink. He took a few bites of his fries and then continued. “Ley Lines. That’s the key. They tapped into the Ley Lines just like you did and I think I know how. Keep up. The Book of Shadows is a spell book and I’m sure it was passed down from generation to generation, but not because they were witches, but because they took it off a Magus or found it somewhere. They then found Ley Lines and tapped into them, thus allowing them to use magic. That’s why the Halliwell Manor was built where it was, at the intersection of two Ley Lines. The house acts as a reservoir, absorbing all the residual magic that flows down the lines and the people that live inside it effectively slowly get charged up like batteries. This would explain why most of the event of the sisters took place on a weekly basis. It took a week for them to fully charge up and be able to use magic.”

“You tracking so far? Alright, there are three sisters and three is the big magical number. Lots of things happen in threes and that’s why it’s considered to be important. If we factor that in with the sisters, three sisters pulling on the Ley Lines could create some type of impact. Magic would be stronger and all that jazz. For all we know, them messing around with the Ley Lines for so long is what is causing all this. And this half sister nonsense…you work with three full blooded sisters and then one gets offed so you bring in a halfling who can only really work at 50% capacity…that’s got to mess things up. Mess things up to the point that you need to start pulling in more magic than usual to get things done.” He trailed off and took a bite of his burger.

“What’s your take on it all? I personally think we should-” Corinth’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that Dalia was calling and decided to answer it, holding up a finger to Lumina. “Yes, Dalia?”

“I was just telling Lumina my thoughts on this investigation. No, I think it’s a bust. The other factions are here and they are days ahead of us in everything. We’re just picking up breadcrumbs at this point. Me? No, I think it’s a waste of time at this point. I mean, we could stay but by the time we get anywhere, it would be less than pointless. Uh huh. Wait, what about Jack Stone?” He leaned forward and took another sip of his drink, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to his handler. “That doesn’t make any sense. He may have visited some questionable places, but he never would have stepped out on her. They loved each other. Oh, she did what now? Now that’s interesting? Plus two more? One is weird, but three…” He muted the phone for a second and looked to Lumina, “see, three.”

Unmuting the phone he went back to listening. “That has gathered my attention more than this place. We can debrief you on what we found so far when we get back. How about some coordinates for an Agartha Gate? I don’t feel like flying for another 15 hours. Just text them to me. Ok, thanks.” He hung up.

Lost in thought, he took another bite of his burger, followed by a few fries, and then another hefty drink, emptying his glass. Even though he had eaten, his head was a little swirly as the bartender refilled his glass. He would sleep well tonight.

“Got another case back in London. Gonna leave this one to whatever faction is working it. You can come or you can stay here and finish up if you desire. Choice is yours.” He flagged the bartender down to run his card and cash out for the evening.

Corinth finished his meal and waited for Lumina to finish hers. He was feeling good, but he still wanted, no, now he felt he needed a shower. Once everything was taken care of and a generous tip was left, the duo headed back to their rooms. Before Corinth entered his own room, he looked over to Lumina and said, “You did good today, Jennifer,” then disappeared inside.

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Sung drove around for a little while. they stopped at a drive-through for food and drinks. and drove back to Sung’s apartment. Getting back and eating food Sung did the one thing Sung does not like to do pulled his computer out. Start to look at the case again and the evidence Sung had collected. "Choi, how does that dream vision or whatever it is called work?”

Choi took a bite of his burger. He grimaced, not knowing how people could eat this stuff. He guessed that when in a time pinch, people would eat just about anything if hungry enough.

“It usually happens while I’m in meditation. There’s a buzzing, as if it’s warning me to focus. Then I see things I don’t completely understand until later.” It was difficult to explain. “For example, I saw Eun-Ji’s face before I met her. When I saw her at the university, I knew she was the one I was to help. The same morning, I saw mothman and the ley lines, which I didn’t know were left lines until Eun-Ji discussed them. I tend to see things before actually experiencing them.”

“It wasn’t those that cause me anxiety now,” Choi confessed. “It’s the vision that Alyssa and I had, and maybe Powers too, when I opened The End Rite.” Yeong thought for a moment, then added, “I tell you what, see what you can find in the Dragon Database on Emma and Marquard.”

Typing Sung gave a nod. “Do get rest tonight it is going to be a long day tomorrow,” suggested Sung still looking at this lab top. “It is not the organizations but the foundations,” Sung said thinking out loud. “The evidence is lost on the Foundations. This is where investigators make the mistake. They are all dead-ends due to deaths,” continued Sung. “So there Mo is they start a foundation get the money and pepole or followers through the foundations then end the trial by killing them then it looks like an occult death case closed,” suggested Sung not sure if he was right.

Sung smiled. “The one common fact is a man who does investments, Jack Rentals, or the company Creed Existence which does everything within the law. This way does not attract attention. They operate out of Congo.” said Sung now sounding tired.

Choi reached up and scratched the back of his head. It made sense. There was a jungle scene in the vision.

“The part of the vision we saw that mention Marquard was in a jungle. I’m sure it must be the Congo. Agents of all three factions were running and being shot at.”

“All three factions? As in The Dragon, The Templars, the Illuminati,” asked Sung.

Choi nodded in an affirmative fashion. It was unnerving. He was not used to seeing operatives running from danger.

“Have you ever run from anything?” Choi probed. What could be so horrible to cause operatives to run?

Sung thought “I would like to lie and say no. It was a demon and some minions. I was by myself so I ran not that I did not kill that demon later and all the minions. That was the first time I thought I was going die,” replied Sung with a small smile on his face. He sat back and took a drink from his glass.

Choi nodded again. “I’m glad we’ll have the help from the Illuminati at least. Have you heard from Eun-Ji?”

Sung looked like he was thinking “No not yet she has a lot of research to do so I will let her do her work if she needs help she will call,” Sung said leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.

Choi didn’t expect that answer. If she were working alone, wouldn’t that make her susceptible?

“What if something happens to her?” Yeong asked. “Master Park told me to watch over her and make sure she was successful.”

Sung sighed “Give Eun-Ji a call, Do I need to hold your hand? said Sung sounding a little irritated. “Do not let me slow you down,” stated Sung. Sung’s phone chirped. " Got a text from Alyssa. Meet at Halliwell House tomorrow morning. A lot has happened. Or come tonight. Important but no one is in urgent danger,” Sung said reading the text.

Sung texted back: Received, green team will come if needed.

“We might go, and see the blue team be ready to move but make your phone call.” Suggested Sung.

Choi thought a moment. He didn’t want to stir the pot. Eun-Ji already didn’t seem to like him. If he called her to check on her, he was certain she’d be even more angry with him.

“Like you said,” Choi pensively replied, “if she would need us, she’d call.”

Sung looked at the clock “Dam, 2 am, let us get some sleep another long day tomorrow. We will wake up early and head over.” suggested Sung.

Choi stretched and agreed. Later in the night, when Yeong had thought Sung was asleep, he would sneak out and go to the place they dropped off Eun-Ji. He would meditate, concentrate on the sounds around him, slow his heart rate and breathing, listening only for anything out of the ordinary. This way, he’d still get rest, while remaining on guard. It was a way for his senses to be heightened while his body rested.

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