Lunch

Almost simultaneously five detectives descend onto Doyle’s. Wulf opens the door and lets them lead themselves to table designated table in the back reserved for their lunch. As they walk they scan James sitting at a nearby booth with three others a raven haired Amazon in a red dress, a male with short, spiky, blondish hair, and matching goatee, and another women with dark hair with brown highlights wearing a light colored blouse.

As the group of detectives approach the three with James shake their heads, and begin to leave. James thanks them with a hand shake. As the three pass the detectives, the statuesque woman in red bumps into Li with an almost purposeful stride. With a tilt of her head she says to him, “Priest.” His response is simply, “Goddess.” Her voice is dripping with malice while his is calm and with a smile, which seems to infuriate her even more as she and her two friends leave.

[Miles]

Miles says a quick "Hello Kleo" to her, remembering her from this morning. Taking a seat, he picks up a menu and scans through it quickly, nothing special on his mind about what to order.

[Kleo]

"Hello Miles, how did it go this morning?"

[Miles]

The smiles stays upon his face as he replies, "Oh, I've had worse." He leaves his answer at that for now, while Kleo gives a brief run-down of her morning.

[Geoff]

Geoff watches appreciatively over his shoulder as the dark-haired woman walks away, then quickly turns back to the table, thinking, {I hope Bethany didn't see that.} He says with a grin, "Hello James! Lunch on you today?"

[Joan]

Walks up to her partner and places a hand on his shoulder, "Busted, Don Juan!" She grins as she takes a seat between Kleo and Geoff.

[Geoff]

Geoff smiles and rolls his eyes as he peruses the menu.

[Bekka]

The angel settles in for "lunch." Realizing that she can't smoke in the establishment, she extinguishes her cig on the palm of her left hand, and takes her twin guns out of their holsters, setting them on the table in front of her. She leans over them, unsociable, until her order is taken, which consists of, "gin an' Tonic. An' keep 'em comin'."

[James]

As the detectives begin to seat themselves at their table, James finishes his coffee and begins to head out, “You know the drill Thorpe, 15 for lunch and 30 for dinner.” From his tone it is obvious he is irritated at things.

[Ralyn]

Rushing in Ralyn, the young looking elven girl, catches James before he is away from the table. “Here are the files you wanted.”

[James]

“Thanks,” he says to the elf. Turning to the others, “Detectives, if you excuse me duty calls. Enjoy your lunch,” his words are delivered with as much political tone to suggest where his irritation might come from. At the last minute he turns to the detectives, “There’s going to be a meeting in the small conference at 1. Cursante will be leading the meeting instead of me. Ralyn please tell dispatch to inform all the other detectives.”

[Joan]

Leaning over to Geoff she whispers, "What's wrong with the Chief?"

[Ralyn]

“Sure thing,” her words are perky and cheerful. Once James is gone her shoulders sag. Turning to the new recruits, she smiles; trying to summon back her friendly disposition, “How was your first day so far?”

[Kleo]

"Well, I was surprised at the family reunion with some of my wayward relatives this morning. Joan conveniently helped my cousin's stalker forget that she was a Goddess..." Kleo nods at Joan gives her an appreciative smile.

[Ralyn]

“And yours Detective Roan Horse?”

[Miles]

"Well, it turned out that the two junkies that Bekka killed this morning were on a new drug that's been surfacing lately," he answers. He doesn't register any reaction or much emotion in what he says. "That was our morning up until now. And you?"

[Bekka]

>From her position huddled over her gin and tonic, the angel taps on the barrel of the gun inscribed with, "Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now." Her statuesque form is folded forward, and she growls, "Damn punks. Frikkin' net loss that. Th' jerkwads lives were way cheaper than th' bullets I left in 'em."

*           *          *

[Li]

Looking across the table Li catches Thorpe's eye, "Glad to see you up an on your feet. How are you feeling?"

[Geoff]

"Ravenous," is Geoff's simple answer. "Too many things on this menu I'd like. But I suppose I'll have time." Geoff looks at the group, then asks, "Is everyone ready to order? Sorry, I really am famished."

[Joan]

"How can you be ravenous; you ate around 10:30?" Looking at the bar Joan shifts back to Geoff, "I think its your lucky day, its Bethany's turn to wait on us."

[Geoff]

Geoff says, "I didn't eat much, thanks to...Bethany?" His head whips up from his menu, scanning for the raven-haired waitress.

[Kleo]

The muse is amused at Geoff's testosterone surge. Leaning in to Joan, Kleo whispers, "I don't see any Bethanys on the menu!" The new detective follows Geoff's gaze trying to get a peek at his recent heart's desire. After a moment, she returns her attention to the menu.

At the far end the dark haired waitress slowly makes her way down as she quickly takes a few orders. On her tray she is carrying one fresh glass as well as three smaller empty ones. Looking at her ones eyes can’t help look at her bright yell snug top that hugs her figure nicely.

*           *          *

[Ralyn]

Passing her hair over her pointy ears she answers the new recruit, “Mine was fine, James’, however, been extremely stressed.”

[Joan]

"Why?"

[Ralyn]

"The NDC has been hounding James all morning. He has a lunch meeting with them about his choices for the Order. On top of that James has been trying to recruit others. He had a meeting with the Trinity. I saw them leave so I guess it didn't go well."

[Bethany]

“Ralyn, are will you be joining the detectives for lunch?”

[Ralyn]

“Not to day. I’ve got to get to dispatch,” she says smiling. Waving good-bye to everyone Ralyn heads back to the precinct.

[Bethany]

Placing her tray down, she takes the fresh glass and places in front of Bekka. “Okay, is everyone ready to order?” say says as she takes a pen and a pad of paper from her shorts.

[Geoff]

Geoff smiles softly as Bethany approaches, then stands and says, "Good morning! I wanted to thank you again for the card you all brought me. It was very sweet."

[Bethany]

“Well it’s the least we could to for the man who tried to date all of us of sequentially,” the brunette verbally pokes the detective.

[Geoff]

Geoff tries to ignore the laughter from some of the others, but turns bright red. "But you're all so nice, I couldn't help myself." Realizing he is simply digging this hole deeper, he adds, "And I didn't mean to ask you last, it just turned out that way."

[Joan]

“Smart move Casanova,” mumbles his partner.

[Bethany]

Just the mention of her being last drops the temperature in the room. “Okay,” her voice more sterile than Geoff’s hospital room, “Why don’t we start to order.”

[Geoff]

Geoff sits down slowly, mentally cursing himself.

[Li]

Seeing that Bethany’s attention has turned to him, he folds his menu and looks at Kleo. Giving the muse a flirtatious smile he says, “I’ll have the Greek salad,” without ever taking his eyes the muse.

[Bethany]

Scribbling his order on her pad, she moves on the Miles, then Kleo, Joan and ending at Geoff.

[Miles]

"I guess I'll try the pastrami on rye with mustard," he says somewhat non-committal. "Give me a coffee while your at it too, thanks." He smiles at the waitress, not seeming to pay much to the interaction between her and his fellow officers.

[Kleo]

The Goddess catches Li's eye and winks, "Mmm, I'll also have the Greek Salad - but I'll have all Romaine lettuce, please - and - oh - please use small, seedless grape tomatoes." Closing the menu she continues, "I'd also prefer the feta on the side, if it's not too much trouble." She smiles at the dark haired woman, "Sorry to be a nuisance". She squinches her nose in a friendly way.

[Geoff]

When Bethany finally gets around to Geoff, he looks as if he is about to attempt something witty, but then his face falls slightly. He shrugs and says almost meekly, "Cajun chicken sandwich, with chips and salad, please."

[Bekka]

Without looking up, the angel simply says, "Keep th' booze comin' an' I'll be set, right?"

[Bethany]

Once finished taking the orders she says, “Alright, guys. I’ll get your orders going.”

*           *          *

[Li]

As Bethany leaves Li asks, “So Kleo, how was your first call?”

[Kleo]

The muse gives the pleasant man a winning smile, "Well, I was a bit surprised to run into some cousins in trouble... Joan here did a Fantastic job helping my relative's stalker forget all about our family's 'unique qualities'."

Placing a napkin on her lap, "Then, we picked up Geoff from the hospital and chatted with a few informants about the Stalker case. After we arrived back here, Geoff did a wonderful job giving me my first lesson on the range. But to be quite honest, my hands are bit sore." She gently rubs her impeccably manicured hands.

[Li]

“Here let me,” he says as he lightly takes her hands in his and begins to press point around her palm a finger with his thumbs. “When I first got here I work at a doctor in Chinese traditional medicine. I specialized in acupuncture.”

“Anyway I never learned how to shoot yet. I just carry the gun because I’m supposed.”

[Kleo]

Closing her eyes at the Asian man's deft touch, she nearly sighs, "Well, Dr. Li... that feels wonderful."

"How did your morning go?" she genuinely asks.

[Li]

“We had a run in with some druggies. It seems that there is a new drug on the street called Noir. The drug is definitely not Norman, but the users maybe. The drug seems to give the users inhuman strength and resilience to damage. Bekka had to take them down when they got hostile,” Li says as John and Kevin join the table.

“So you have family here? Is most of them in San Cibola?”

Before Kleo can answer Bekka makes a comment to Li, who quickly shift his attention to her. After speaking a few words he returns his focus to Kleo still massaging her hands.

*           *          *

[Joan]

Turning to her partner, “You should watch the foot in mouth disease.” To get his mind off the subject she juxtaposes, “Have you met the other new recruit, this is Miles. Miles this is Geoff.”

[Geoff]

"Pleasure to meet you, Miles. How do you like the chaos so far?" Geoff asks, relieved the subject is no longer himself.

[Miles]

"Likewise," Miles responds with a friendly smile, raising his right hand to his forehead in immitation of a nod of the hat. "Like doesn't seem like the right word, yet," he returns for Geoff's question. "Didn't see you this morning."

[Geoff]

"Yes, I was getting out of the hospital this morning. And don't worry, you'll never really like this...but you'll get used to it, and occasionally enjoy it."

[John]

John had built up an appetite. Solving the morning case made him feel good. Rarely does a case end quickly and on such a good note. As he and Kevin enter Doyle’s they find that the other officers are already there. Grabbing the nearest chair he seats himself across Miles. “Hey rookie,” he addresses Miles. “How was your first day with Bekka?” he gives a sideways glance at the angel, “bet ’cha had a good time.”

[Miles]

"Oh," Miles smiles slyly, "a regular riot... or at least as close as one can come with only a handful of people on hand."

[John]

"Yeah I bet," he says, and then continues in a quieter voice and leans in, "That's her charm. But you know the thing is she always has your back. No one makes me safer." Straightening up he give a sideways glance at Bekka making sure she is still her surly self.

*           *          *

[Joan]

As Kevin takes his seat Joan say, “Kevin good to see you; how is your first day back going?”

[Kevin]

Kevin strolls into Doyle’s with john and sits down. nodding his head in acknowledgement to his fellow detectives. He offers a hint of a smile towards Joan as he replies, "Not bad for a first day back, simple case of kids trying to help their mom. It turned out for the best in the end."

*           *          *

[Bekka]

Without looking up a whole lot, Bekka picks up the gun engraved with the slogan, "Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now." She immediately and suddenly kills her gin and tonic, and pushes the blonde hair out of her face. She turns to Li, and in clear response to John's comment says, "Betcha twenty I c'n choot this here highball glass offa John's head. Set 'er up, Li." With that she slides the glass across the table to Li, and says, a bit loudly, "C'mon! William Tell!" It is clear that she is all too serious.

[Li]

Turning to the angel and cocking an eyebrow, Li’s ever-present smile greets the angel, “You know the rules here. You wouldn’t want to be banned from Doyle’s. This is the only place I know of where you can run a tab the way you do. Plus we all know you could shot that off his head at least twice this distance.”

*           *          *

[Kevin]

Kevin glances around as he finishes his statement, cutting his eyes at John upon hearing his dig at Miles. "Give him a break John, you know Bekka was her normal CHEERY self!" he chides as he also eyes her cautiously.

[John]

John nods with Kevin’s sarcasm. Looking around he spots Geoff next to Joan. "Hey Geoff, good to see you on your feet. Thought you might not have made it there. Everything's okay with you?"

[Geoff]

His embarrassment in front of Bethany rapidly fading, Geoff replies, "Indeed it is, John, thank you for asking. Except for the awful food there leaving me starved, I am much better. And yourself? Did you make this morning's roll call on time for once?"

[John]

“I was a little late,” says as he notices Bethany approaching.

[Bethany]

“Hi guys, Kevin nice to see you again,” she says with a smile, obviously trying to ignore Geoff. “What will you have today?”

[John]

“Just a burger, fries, and a coke.”

[Bethany]

“Kevin?”

[Kevin]

"I'll have a mushroom burger, extra mushrooms, and a coke."

[Bethany]

“Gotcha,” she says and quickly head back to amend the order.

[John]

Once Bethany leaves John looks at Miles, Geoff and Kevin, “So you guys have any theories on the San Cibola Slasher?”

[Geoff]

"Not a one. The Chief asked us to check with our sources, and neither of my favorites had anything. Heck, Ramon, the Andaro chap, was asking if I knew anything about some San Pedro Rock, which was supposed to have been an island south of the boardwalk that sunk. Says some humans have been nosing around, and his kind are not happy about it."

[John]

Shaking his head, "Never heard of it." Looking at Miles and Kevin, "How about you two, any thoughts on the Slasher?"

[Miles]

Miles looks at Geoff and Kevin as a sign that he doesn't have anything to say. Only having recently been introduced into the world of San Cibola, Roan Horse doesn't have a tradition of paying much attention to belagana problems.

[John]

Easing back in his chair, "Yeah, this Slasher thing is completely Norman, despite what Kenny found."

[Geoff]

"Oh? What did Kenny find?" Geoff asks, sipping his water.

[John]

"He was saying that the locations of the bodies were too random and he thinks he can predict when the next killing is going to be. Doesn't help us one bit figuring out who the killer is."

With a nod of his head to Miles he asks, "So you get many homicides on the range?"

[Miles]

"No, next to none," he replies. "And when we do get one, it is usually some white guy dumping his garbage on us." He smiles wryly. "Guess I'll have to read the papers on this Slasher, since I never heard much about it."

*           *          *

[Kleo]

"Uh... a few... but - we're not as close anymore." Embarrassed at the attention from Li, Kleo removes her hands from his gentle massage. She blushes a bit and looks down at the table, pretending to inspect the silverware.

[Li]

“Feels better?” the Chinese man asks his eyes never leaving Kleo's face.

“I don’t have any family in the city. I do have a sister who lives in San Francisco. We’re not too close anymore either,” there is a hint of remorse in his voice despite his smile.

Changing subject, “So what were you doing before James hooked you into this job?”

*           *          *

[Joan]

“Hey, Kevin. Haven’t seen you in a while; what ‘cha been up to these days?”

*           *          *

[Bethany]

The dark haired waitress returns balancing a large tray with a number of platters. Unobtrusively she starts placing the meals down; two glasses of gin and tonic for Bekka, Mushroom burger with extra mushrooms for Kevin, two Greek salads, etc. Without a word she leaves. Noticeably, absent is Geoff’s meal.

[Geoff]

"Right," Geoff says quietly, removing his napkin from his lap and dropping it into the table. "I've had enough of this. Back in a bit, all." He heads to the bar and says, "Good afternoon, Salis. I'd like to see the manager, please."

[Salis]

The bartender gives a knowing nod at Geoff words. "James is in the back," he says pointing with his nose at a door in the back marked office, "but if this is about Bethany and your order, I'd just play it cool. She's messing with ya. And if you start getting riled up like that, she's winning."

[Geoff]

Geoff's demeanor changes from stolid to eager. "Really? I thought that might be the case, but I couldn't what reaction she was hoping for. Got any pointers? Oh, and how about a pint of lager, please? So, she'd prefer I play it cool, eh?"

[Salis]

Pushing a pint of dark ale in front of Geoff Salis begins, “Nah, I think she wants you to get all fussed up; go talk to James; then when you come out your meal will be there; and you look like a petty man who has no patience. You play it cool; take it like a man; laugh it off; you look like a gentleman.”

[Geoff]

Geoff slides a ten across the bar. "Keep it, mate. And thanks." Geoff returns to the table taking a long swig off his cold lager. He seats himself, still looking just a tiny bit upset, but tries to relax. He does his best to ignore the meals the others are eating. He hopes no one else notices his stomach growling.

[Kleo]

Upon Geoff's return to the table, Kleo gives him a sympathetic smile, "I bet it will be ready in a minute, right?" Minding her Miss Manners, Kleo waits for Geoff to be served.

[Geoff]

When Geoff catches on to Kleo's reticence to eat until all have been served, he raises his glass to her and gives her a small wink.

[Kleo]

Noticing the surly angel swigging G & T's, as well as Geoff's ale, Kleo turns to the statuesque woman, "Joan - is it ok to drink during the day? I'd love a chilled Retsina."

[Bekka]

The angel holds her tongue for a long moment, and then puts her hand back on her gun. She was clearly put out by not being able to play "William Tell." In her scratchy voice, she says, "I dare someone ta tell me it ain't okay ta drink." She rolls up her sleeve, and shows her watch...with in place of the numbers 1-4, has only fives. "Besides....it's after five."

[Joan]

Pulling away from her conversation with Kevin she says to Kleo, “Unless you are unaffected by alcohol or have a way to metabolize really fast I’d just ignore Bekka’s lunch time habits.”

[Bethany]

Walking in with dispassionate grace, waitress puts down a Cajun chicken sandwich with fries and a salad. "And I didn't mean to serve you last, it just turned out that way," she says just before turning around and sauntering off, swaying her hips just so that Geoff knows what he missed by asking her out last.

[Geoff]

"Thank you," Geoff says sincerely.

[Joan]

There is a small chuckle from Joan and Li. “A woman scorned,” comes from Geoff’s partner.

[Geoff]

Geoff sighs aloud, then says, "For the last time, I asked them out in the order they waited on me. It was just luck of the draw. Or in this case, bad luck. Mine." Geoff then begins to dig into his salad with gusto. Silently he keeps plotting ways to convince Bethany to go out with him, then realizing the more eager he appears, the more she will ignore him. {Time to play it cool for now,} he decides, though he suspects he will forget that resolution soon enough.

*           *          *

As lunch finishes all the detective’s phones ring in unison, indicating through a text message that they are expected in the small conference room in 10 minutes. As everyone leaves a large heavy boned Te’Maroan bus boy begins cleaning the table. Looking at him one would have thought that he should be working the door and not cleaning dishes.

[Miles]

It takes Miles about 30 seconds or so to figure out how the text messaging feature of the phone works. Once he's grasped it, he shuts the phone without deleting it. Not having gotten a bill, Miles puts down the amount that seems appropriate as he does a quick calculation from the menu. After that, he heads to the office along with everyone else who doesn't have some detour.

[Kleo]

Quickly settling her bill, Kleo gathers her things and heads to the ladies room.

[Geoff]

Geoff leaves a twenty percent tip, as well as half his lager. Generous, but not overly so. He then says to the others, "See you all there." A quick stop in the restroom to get rid of the water and beer, and he whistles as he strolls into the conference room.

*           *          *

Lady's Room

[Joan]

In the lady’s room, Kleo preens herself, touching up her makeup, when Joan enters. Making a beeline to the sink next to Kleo the ebony skin woman also checks herself in the mirror before she begins, “can you believe that Li?”

“In the eight years I’ve known him I’ve never seen him flirt. I always assumed he was celibate because of his religion,” she continues. “I know he gives massages, but they have always been in private, what is up with that?”

[Kleo]

"Joan - you're making me blush!" Kleo deftly re-applies her mauve lipstick. "I do sometime have that effect on people, you know. It goes with the whole business of being a Muse." Looking at her now less-tired hands, "But, I still try to remain gracious for all the attention and flattery." She gives herself a small smile in the mirror, "And truth be told - he did a wonderful job."

[Joan]

“Yeah, he always does a good,” Joan says, looking at her shoulder then shrugging it as if to see if it still worked. “But the thing I don’t get is that Li is really good with Mythics. He’s almost immune to their effects and charms, so I’m too not sure about you just being a Muse.”

[Kleo]

Catching the woman's eye in the mirror, "Joan - are you a hopeless romantic? I certainly hope not - the last thing I need to do is wind up in some sordid relationship with one of my co-workers!"

But before she can throw a chastising scowl, Kleo changes her tone, pausing thoughtfully, "Although-it would be most interesting to see his OTHER techniques" she playfully teases. Continuing to grin at their reflections, "Actually, I've been keeping different company lately - if you must know."

[Joan]

Joan cocks an eye brow at Kleo’s last words. “I wouldn’t have guessed… your business is your business. I’m just saying that Li was definitely not acting like himself towards you.” Pausing to dry her hands, “come on if Cursante is running the meeting we don’t want to be late.”

[Kleo]

"Well - we'll chat later, I'm sure. Hopefully no one else noticed Li, though." Kleo softly sighs, as she gathers her things and the two women head to the conference room.

*           *          *

Small Conference Room

In the conference room sits the war weathered elf, Cursante. With him are Crum and Fir. Slowly rotating above the table is an image of a small house and a hint of the streets around it. The two story house is a corner lot with a white picket fence and a basketball hoop above the drive way. Cursante’s eyes the image the way a hungry wolf does a rabbit.

[Geoff]

Geoff's whistling stops as he immediately assumes it's more than a stake-out. Probably a raid, at least a search. He shudders as he has a quick flashback to his last raid, in Florida. He tells himself he survived that, only dead for a short time. He can survive this too. He takes a seat, quieter than usual.

In the conference room sits the war weathered elf, Cursante. With him are Crum and Fir. Slowly rotating above the table is an image of a small house and a hint of the streets around it. The two story house is a corner lot with a white picket fence and a basketball hoop above the drive way. Cursante’s eyes the image the way a hungry wolf does a rabbit.

[Kleo]

Joan and Kleo enter the conference room. As she sits down, the muse pulls out her notepad and starts to jot notes here and there

[Kenneth]

Once every one arrives Kenneth enters with a small disk in hand, “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic through Chinatown.”

[Cursante]

“Just take a seat and begin,” Cursante’s words are more of a order than a request.

[Kenneth]

Once seated, he places the disk on the table and begins scratching out several glyphs. The disk begins to sink into the table and text fragments replace the image of the house. “This morning we were able to recover a few pieces of data. Most notable the calendar, address book as well as a few text documents that look like a personal journal. What we have determined is with in the last year En’lil’s following has added a wizard of some power. His name is never mentioned, only referred to as the White Wizard. He has been teaching several of their members magic. Mostly wards, but a select few, those with talent for such things, much more potent magic. That is where they getting the arcane support from.”

“From the address book we have determined the location of a small cell in San Cibola,” Kenneth says as the house reappears. “What we have gathered from the notes the top apprentice of the White Wizard is in command. From city hall records the house is a two story building with three rooms on top and kitchen, living room, and den on the bottom,” the walls of the image become transparent, allowing clear view of the floor plans.

[Cursante]

“Any questions for Kenneth?”

[Miles]

"That's City Hall records," he observes. "How recent are they, since those kinds of records can get sorely out of date? Has anyone scouted this place recently?" He relaxes back into his chair, observing the hologram or whatever it is with interest.

"Also, what are we expecting here?" he asks, not sure of the exact aim of this information.

[Cursante]

The Elder elf silently nods at Miles’ question.

[Kenneth]

Hurriedly, Kenneth draws some glyphs to bring up some records. A small image floats in front of him as paraphrases, “From records we know that the house was built in 1957. Renovated twice, once to improve the plumbing in ’72 and later in ’88 to expand the living room and kitchen and to add a balcony to the master bedroom. Later a permit was turned down in ‘97 to open up the attic to a living space, but that was denied. The current owner, Toby Johnson, inherited the house two years ago as his parents went missing and now are presumed dead.

“The Florida incident seemed to be a fluke. From the calendar we know that there were three different cells there. From other documents we can expect to be 6 to 10 people in this cell. We pulled their LUDs and found no abnormal phone usage that would suggest that they are hosting guests.

“They have small arms and will probably have similar wards and arcane defenses encountered in Florida.”

[Geoff]

Geoff clears his throat and asks, "Are we going in at night, and what cover? Also, what's the name of this apprentice?"

[Kenneth]

Shaking his head, “No real names are used. The apprentice uses the handle ‘Dark Light.’” Kenneth then looks at Cursante to answer the first question.

[Cursante]

“You’ll be going in right after this meeting.”

[Miles]

The Saunee does not hide the surprise on his face, though it disipates quickly. Clearly, there is more information to be had from his superiors. "So, we already have someone staking out the place? So that when we get on site there will be someone to let us know exactly who is inside?"

[Cursante]

The wizened elf sits up in his chair, his voice commanding authority, “Under normal circumstances we would have an 12 to 24 hours of surveillance, however, with the incident last week in Florida, speed and surprise is currently more important.”

[Miles]

Miles says nothing, but thinks to himself that surprise seems to work better when it is only a one-way street, unlike this situation.

[Kenneth]

“We were able to send a quick surveillance sprite an hour ago. We were able to count at least 4 people through the window. Since there are wards there we couldn’t get much closer,” Kenneth explains.

[Miles]

"I have to assume, as well, that someone has already talked to someone at the gas company who reads the meter? The postman who covers this route regularly? What information did we gather from them?" Miles runs through his brain of all the other people who might visit the home of a white man on some sort of regular basis. "What about the neighbors?"

[Cursante]

“Again, because we have to do this quickly we have not had time,” from his stern look it is obvious that he is not used to having to repeat himself.

[John]

“The neighbors are usually the last to know anything about the ‘Satanic Cult’ next door,” John pipes in.

[Miles]

Miles can only roll his eyes at this comment. Such comments showed a clear lack of experience in police work, and it would rank John a little more clearly in Miles' book as to what he could be counted on for. But then, this didn't seem like a policing mission.

The young native racks his brain for some civil way to ask the question begging to be asked. Everything seems on the edge of lunacy, and seems to be drifting into being flat-out unprofessional, and so confuses him.

The confusion brakes through his smile ever so slightly. "Indulge the new guy here. Why the need for speed?"

[Cursante]

“Traditionally their cells don’t interact at all. In the last year we have seen much more cooperation. However, communication between cells are still sparse. We estimate that this and others cell won’t know about Florida for a few more days. The Order will be hitting a number of cells with in the next few days across the globe. This cell is ours.”

[Miles]

"Also, being new here, I have to ask..." Miles starts, looking around at the reactions from other people as to this situation, "is this an extermination job?" With that, he looks over towards his current partner, the angel, who seems best equipped for such a job. "Or, are we hoping to take people into custody?" He is most curious about how this mission will be conducted, but knows that will be covered once they get through these questions.

[Cursante]

Cursante nods at Miles last question, “If possible take them alive. In the last year or so it has become hard to do that. It seems they have become much more fanatical.”

[Miles]

"Maybe I'm overestimating our resources here, but that sounds like a job for tear gas and a SWAT team." There isn't a sense of jest in his voice at all.

[Bekka]

Although she likes Miles, the angel scoffs at the comment, brimming with her own fatal flaw, overconfidence in her own destructive ability. She lights a cig, and sets her twin hand cannons on the table, the saftey-free antiques brimming with menace. "I gotcher SWAT team right here."

[Miles]

Miles takes a moment to reflect on his lack of training in the military, especially his lack of Special Forces training that his employer seems to be demanding out of him his first day on the job. He looks quickly over at Kleo, who he must think is even less prepared than him, thinking about her comments earlier in the day about never having fired a gun.

[Cursante]

“This is a private matter for the Order. The Neighborhood will not; can not; be involved. Therefore the SWAT team will not be used for these types of missions.”

[Miles]

The bureaucratic nightmare sets in as a member of the SWAT team tells Miles that the SWAT team will not be involved at the same time giving them the low-down on what they have to do. "If you are not going to be involved," Miles asks with a slightly wry smile creeping onto his face, "then who is heading this mission?"

[Cursante]

"You don't listen too well? Did I say I was not going to be here? I said the SWAT team will not be involved. Fir, Crum, and I will be monitoring the situation and directing people as they are needed. Elohim will be field leader on this, take directions from her."

[Kleo]

Kleo cringes at Cursante's sling at Miles, narrowing her eyes in frustration and ire. This whole operation sounds like a 100% SNAFU in her opinion.

Kleo decides to keep quiet and speak with Joan on the way to the site.

[Miles]

Miles shakes his head, a sign of innocence and of one truly trying to process an excessive about of information that seems to be rather discordant and as if it is coming out of some bad action movie. The look that Miles returns to the man is pleasant but serious. "When you were introduced this morning, you were presented as part of the SWAT team. Therefore, you standing there telling me that SWAT won't be involved sounds a little contradictory and confusing."

Miles wonders for a moment if the man had perhaps worked for the FBI before joining the Order, but decides not to ask it. It dawns on him that this behavior might be the end-result of someone who has too much power in their hands. There is a slight pause, but then he continues, "Apparently, I still need to sort out who in the office is a member of the Order and who is not, as well, since that's just added all the more to my confusion." It is clear from Miles' demeanor that he doesn't expect answers to any of his general questions from the Elf, and hence why he doesn't bother to ask.

[Cursante]

“Questions like that should have been dealt with this morning,” from Cursante’s tone it is obvious that Miles will have get his answers else where.

[Bekka]

The angel seems a bit troubled by this, but quickly tables it. "We'll take it by th' numbers, ya know? Clear th' lot, as we move. I am gonna want vests fer all the type what can be affected by th' mundy weapons, an' some kinda vest fer myself, proof against satanic rounds an' such. Bein' immortal forever was kinda my plan."

[Geoff]

Geoff nods in acceptance, then asks, "But are we using any form of official cover? A search warrant, police ID? What's our 'official' excuse? Or do we just kick it in?" he smiles, then adds, "I bet Bekka would enjoy that."

[Cursante]

“Standard procedures, Mr. Thorpe; you will be posing as FBI acting under the hate crime statue.”

[Fir]

The dwarf, removes an envelope and places it on the table, sliding it to Bekka. “That’s the warrant if any Norman asks.”

[Cursante]

Geoff nods at Cursante's instructions, then smirks briefly at the thought of Bekka taking time to present a warrant.

[Bekka]

The angel pockets the warrant without comment. She does take a moment to regard Miles, thinking that the newbie is the real deal...an honest to goodness Shamus, in the fashion of Sherlock Holmes. Her sole comment is, "Figger I've not had a lotta people askin' me questions inna past an' all."

[Cursante]

“Alright, moving on; Fir, Crum, and I will be monitoring your progress from here.

“Elohim, Wang, and Roan Horse will take the front, Tehawaki and Thorpe will take the back entrance, Hunter and Deccenti will take the perimeter around the house. Kafalas, will watch the street.”

[Crum]

The goblin gives a toothy grin, “For ya recruits, call dispatch and use your ear piece. You’ll be connected to everyone.”

[Cursante]

“Team One: Elohim, Wang, Roan Horse, will take the Front Room. Once pacified, they will move to the stairs,” Cursante points to the stairs to the right of the front door, “Wang will stay below and keep watch. The two of you will proceed up the stairs and secure the hallway.

“Team Two: Tehawaki and Thorpe will enter from the rear secure the kitchen den and the bottom bathroom. Once those rooms are secured proceed up the stairs and give back up to Team One up stairs.

“Team Three: Once the bottom floor is secured they will close the perimeter and enter the house to giving back up.

“Once the teams are in position up stairs team One will take the room on the right first; once pacified team Two will take the room on the left, followed but team three taking the bathroom on the right. Finally team One will head to the master bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Once the house is clear, Kafalas will begin a sweep of the house until support can arrive.”

"If there are no questions go to property get vests and anti-personal rounds."

[Geoff]

Geoff says good-naturedly, "And if while waiting for one team or another to get upstairs, you hear something going on, be ready to move on your own initiative, as usual." Geoff then stands and heads for the door.

[Miles]

Roan Horse directs his question at the two property men, but says it so that the other detectives are welcome to pipe in should they know any better. "Forgive me guys, but the closest I've ever come to anything like this is watching it on some bad TV show. Is there anything..." and he raises his eyes as if thinking, "I don't think tear gas would work... but something that you might have which will immobilize or stun these people? What did they use in Moscow a few years ago?" It is clear that Miles is trying his best to be light-hearted despite the fact that everything indicates that he's being sent into certain death.

[Kevin]

The heavily tattooed detective stands up to leave as silently as he had come, with little more than a nod to display his understanding of the situation and acceptance of the plan. He had spent most of the briefing in silent resignation as he tried to convince himself that this situation was not a repeat of the very situation that caused him to leave. He closed his eyes hard and shook his head slightly as he desperately tried to jar the flashback of his partner’s death out of his mind, the vision of his partner being stabbed savagely still vivid in his mind. As he starts to leave he hears Miles question and responds in a low, matter of fact like tone, “I believe you are referring to either Rubber Rounds or Bean bag rounds, normally used in shotguns for less than lethal response.”

Keeps walking past and finishes with, “Although I’ve seen how well they do against Wizards and Wards should be interesting.”

[Crum]

The goblin gives a toothy grin, “Sounds like ‘rookie nerves.’ Don’t worry about it, you’re with Bekka. Trust your partners, everything will be alright.”

[Fir]

Fir nods and places a hand on Miles back, “Cursante’s the best at this sort of thing. If he was there in Florida, I’m sure things would have turned out better.”

[Crum]

“Come on, we’ll get you suited in a real nice vest,” it is clear to Miles that neither Crum or Fir share his

[Kleo]

The muse has sat in stunned silence - not even sure what questions to ask - even where to begin... But she decides that now is the time for some action on her part - while she has the chance. She stands up and goes over to Cursante, respectfully extending her hand. She hopes her touch will give clearer insight on the man and his seemingly dangerous methods.

"Cursante, I have a suggestion... while I obviously have no background in this type of operation... I do have certain advantages over some of the team. As a Goddess," she pauses and makes meaningful eye contact with the elf, "I am extremely difficult to kill and with my abilities - I may be able to identify this 'Dark Light', in the off chance he escapes our custody..." She pauses again, speaking so softly that only Cursante can hear her, "We want to apprehend this cell intact... we want all of our team to come back safely... I should go in with Team One."

She looks deeply into the Elf's eyes, willing him to agree to her suggestion.

[Cursante]

Cursante’s face softens for a second, “You really want to go in first,” and then returns the hard stare. “We want to apprehend this cell with you intact. Unless you can guarantee me that you are immune to violence, you’re lack of experience and training will make you a liability more than a boon.”

*           *          *

Front Office

[Kevin]

Before joining every one at the Property Kevin stops by the main office. He stands there for a minute or so, staring at the desk that used to belong to his partner. A flood of memories washes over him, forcing an uncomfortable lump in his throat. His face contorts as he forces his grief and guilt into the pit of his stomach, regaining control over his emotions. He knows he will need his “A” game if he is to prevent this from ever happening again. Kevin closes his eyes and fills his mind with clouds on a windy, sky blue afternoon. Then, with uncommon speed and grace he walks behind his desk, reaching up on the wall and in one deft motion taking down the Taiaha before heading to the Property.

*           *          *

Property

Once Crum and Fir make it down to the Property room they begin handing out the vests. They are a bit thinner than one might have expected, light weight; allow ease of movement and flexibility. On the back and the front stenciled in yellow are the letters FBI. On the inside there are a number of arcane looking symbols that almost glow.

Except for Geoff each member receives a clip of hollow points for their weapon. In the case of Bekka she’s given two set of reloads, one for each of her pistols.

[Bekka]

To Crum and Fir, the angel says, simply, "What's wit' th' candy colored writin' on th' inside? I wantcha ta tell me exactly what this is, an' ain't, protective against." For some reason, the irritable woman seems even more pissed off than usual.

[Crum]

“That’s right you’ve never had to wear one of this,” says the friendly goblin. Taking one of the vest he opens it up revealing the repeating arcane symbols, “These glyphs reinforces the material making it resistance to most small arms fire including armor piercing rounds. There are glyphs that make the vest fire proof, as well as sigils and wards that protect the wearer form the elements and a variety of magic. It won’t protect you against everything, only the most obvious things.”

[Bekka]

She nods once, and shrugs her shoulders, shucking off her white sportcoat. Doffing her hoslters, and putting on the vest, she does so without comment. Her own near invulnerability was fine...but better safe than sorry. Then, using her angelic power, she shifts her clothing to the "Men in Black" chic that the mission seems to require.

[Miles]

When he picks up the vest, Miles looks it over before starting to put it on. "Actually," he asks of the property masters, "I don't know anything about magic outside of Saunee songs. Is there any risk of different powers conflicting with each other?" As he says this, looking at Fir and Crum, he fondles the amulet under his shirt to make it clear that he is referring to it.

[Fir]

As Crum is taking care of the others Fir scrutinized the rookie, “Sometimes different magic interfere with each other. Show me exactly what you are talking about.”

Once the sees the amulet his eyes roams around it, “I’m not familiar with this type of magic. I’ll get someone down here.” Picking up a phone he presses a single button and waits for a few seconds, “Judith, can you com down here? We’ve got a magic type question that needs answering pronto… Thanks.”

Turning back to Miles, “Wait a minute or two and Judith will be down here, she can answer that question.”

[Miles]

"Great," he replies with a warm smile. "Thank you." He continues his preparations while he waits for Judith to come, emptying his gun and replacing the bullets with one of the clips provided.

[Geoff]

As Geoff suits up and checks his Webley, he turns to Kevin and says, "When we go in, let me go first. If there's any trouble, let me soak up some of the damage. Okay?"

[Kevin]

Kevin joins the group as vests are being handed out he crosses to his locker and hangs is shoulder holster on the locker door and dons his own vest, pulling it snugly down over his shoulders and securing the zipper before laying the Velcro flap over the right side of his rib cage. As he adjusted the holster to accommodate his new girth, his "raid buddy" Geoff approaches, "You sure, Geo? Word is you're immortal, not impregnable." Kevin responds, words almost dripping with sarcasm. "I normally take point on these actions,... makes me feel better.", he offers in a more somber and concerned tone as he checks the fit of the pistol, ammo and holster, twisting gently at the waist.

[Geoff]

"Oh, I am most definitely pregnable. But for me, death is neither a beginning or an end. Just a minor intermission. But if you'd prefer to take point, I won't deny you."

[Kevin]

A small smile edges it's way to the surface as a look of uncertainty seems to wash over the Tattooed detective. He seems deep in thought for a brief moment and suddenly looks up at Geoff with a warm, seemingly forced smile, "No, no, you take lead. I'm good to go.". Kevin's eyes suddenly seemed visibly glassy that belied some great hurt, as he turned away and secured his extraneous gear in his locker. {GODDAMMIT!! Kevin thought to himself as he turned away. Got to get a grip! You won't any good to anyone wearing your emotions on your sleeve}. Kevin pauses a minute before turning back a round and taking hold of his Taiaha, "okay brah, just give me a minute and I'll be ready to go" he says reassuringly, "I'm heading to the roof for a minute,...ya know,...'black magic' stuff" Kevin jests as he heads for the stairs.

[Geoff]

"All right. Sacrifice a goat or two for me, won't you?" Geoff calls out with a joke in his voice as Kevin trots up the stairs.

[Miles]

Kevin's mention of magic jogs an idea in Miles' head as well. Speaking to the group as a whole, he says, "I could do a song which will..." and he pauses, clearly thinking of how to translate words he's never had to translate before, "put favor... on our side." He looks around to see people's responses. "Everyone would have to be assembled together, and I'd need something to act as a drum." He stands with his bullet-proof vest still loose upon him, thinking he'll need to take if off before chanting.

[Geoff]

Geoff says matter-of-factly, "We'll take all the help we can get. Once Kevin gets back, how long would it take? Oh, and I'll grab an empty waste basket for your drum."

*           *          *

Roof

[Kevin]

As the Te'Maroan reachs the roof he stops and removes his shoes, vest , shirt and holster before srepping out onto the roof, neatly laying them in a pile at the top landing. As he stepped out, he drew in his first breath very deeply from his abdomen, tensing his muscles and widening his almost unnaturally. Exhaling forcefully thru clenched teeth, the now Warrior drops in to a deep horse stance, smakcking his chest forcefully, while sweeping the blade of his Taiaha left to right in deliberate fashion. Reaching high, Kevin pulls down in a slow, powerful manner, as if drawing the very spirit of Te'a and his ancestors into himself. He begin chanting, emphasizing at first in a low, stuccato fashion the power in his words as he beagn stamping his right foot, the fluid, powerfull patterns being woven with the Taiaha and his free hand as he paid homage and respect to his ancestors, his voice rasing in volume and intesity with each passing second. Kevin began to feel the energy and comfort of his forefathers fill his being, warming him against the wind and elements around him. As he drew his chant to a close, his voice suddenly falling in volume to nearly a humble whisper, he kneels slowly and offers, arms raised, his Taiaha, his spirit, his prayers for courage and protection in this endeavour. "Awka...grant me the power of Tupuhi (storm), let my surrounding enemies be thrown into disarray by the force of my Ngakau (heart), that I might bring justice and balance. Make them powerless before my will, fill them with the Wehi (fear).”

On the way back down the stairs, Kevin smiles, his heart renewed, his spirit strong. The look in his eyes now intense and hawk like.....

*           *          *

Property

[Miles]

"It takes about five minutes," Miles responds with a smile, touched with appreciation. "Everyone would have to sit in a circle quietly for that time. We can begin once everyone is ready." Miles goes ahead and removes his half-worn vest, putting it aside for the moment. He begins pulling a few items from his medicine bag, making his own preparations, a look of concentration and seriousness upon his face.

[Li]

Strapping the piece of Velcro Li asks, "How long will it last."

[Miles]

It is clear from the look on Miles' face that he doesn't know, but he thinks about it a moment. It is not the Saunee way to think of such things in terms of minutes or hours. "I'm sure it will last long enough for us. It is a song for battle; and for the Saunee to push into battle was not a quick affair. The song is focused on the fight." Miles thinks for a moment about tales of songs losing their effectiveness when more than one battle was fought in one day, but that doesn't seem to apply here. "This is the daybreak song, not as powerful as the evening song of the night before." Hours would be needed for that song, which Miles didn't know fully anyway, as there were few who maintained that tradition.

[Kleo]

The Muse quietly takes the offered vest and removes her herringbone, tweed jacket. She removes the new holster as well, starting to adjust the holster to accommodate the added width of the vest. After she puts on all of her gear, Kleo looks to Miles waiting for the ceremony to begin.

[Miles]

As Miles speaks, he unbuttons his shirt and removes it, exposing his lean muscles. There is little sign of a tan line, his chest - devoid of hair - being nearly the same dark complexion of his face and forearms. He retains his choker necklace, the amulet/medicine bag that he wears dangling from his neck, and the two bracelets that he wears, one upon each wrist.

[Judith]

When Judith makes the turn from the stairs she is greeted by the sight of the topless rookie, “Ahh… Fir you called me.” Her voice shows her apprehension.

[Fir]

“Yeah,” the dwarf calls out from behind the Property partition. Pointing at Miles he continues, “The rookie wants to know about any interference between his talisman and the vests.”

[Judith]

Moving towards Miles she gives a mousy expression, “Hi. May I?” she motions at the amulet. When Miles gives his consent she gently places it her hands and begins to wave her hands over it and whispers a few arcane words. Once the incantation is finished she continues to look it over slightly changing its angle from time to time. While perusing Miles’ talisman Judith introduces herself, “I’m Judith by the way, head of the Forensic Sorcery.”

[Miles]

"Miles," he give a quick, soft reply, not wanting to interrupt her actions in any way.

[Judith]

“Hmmm… Shamanistic magic… It shouldn’t have a problem with the Sumerian glyphs or the Arcadian sigils.” Finally look up at Miles she asks, “However, I wouldn’t do any spirit walking while wearing the vest you might have a problem finding your way back to your body. Also I wouldn’t try to channel any powerful spiritual forces through your body either.” Pushing her glasses up, she asks “So what does it do?”

[Miles]

"Well, in as far as I understand you, I don't think I'll be doing any of that," he replies to her warnings, clearly making mental notes of it. "As for the bag, it is quite simply a well-being charm. Nothing so powerful as to repel bullets," and with this comment, clearly meant in half-jest, he looks down toward the bullet-proof vest that's waiting to be put on, "but a general protection from harm." The medicine bag, somewhat round in shape, is made of some sort of leather and has a couple uncommon Saunee symbols upon it.

[Judith]

“Interesting. Well, you should be alright. If you want a vest while you spirit walk come by and we can do some tests and make you a custom one like Li and Kevin,” ,” before turning away she adds, “I’ve got to go get my team ready, good luck.” As she heads up Kevin returns from the roof.

[Miles]

As Kevin returns to the room, Miles is quickly taking off his boots and socks. When inquired, he explains things quickly to Kevin and then assembles everyone in a circle. The song takes about five minutes as Miles had said. It begins with a slow but very loud chanting that fills the room, with occasional drum beats to punctuate. During this, Miles stomps both feet to the same rhythm as the drum. After the first minute, he begins to move from his starting position, circling the assembled people slowly. Miles pulls the small packet of herbs he'd prepared from his pocket, chewing them while drumming. During his second circling, he stops behind each person, doing several flourishes and exhaling slowly and loudly at the end before moving on to the next person. After a final circle, he stops and slows down his chanting, stomping, and beating of the drum. To finish, there is a shout that sounds not unlike a war-cry.

The song completed, Miles sets about dressing himself, putting on his boots, shirt, and the bullet-proof vest in preparation to leave.

[Geoff]

Geoff straightens his windbreaker over his vest after the ceremony, then says aloud, "With Kevin's and Miles' various spirits and ancestors, and a genuine Greek Goddess with us, I think we should be fine. Shall we?"

[Kevin]

Kevin strides to his locker and makes sure that he has all of his necessary gear. He grabs a couple of extra large zip ties for suspects. "Hey Geoff, tally hoooooo!' he chides as he starts towards the garage.

[Miles]

Roan Horse notices the additional equipment he'd been thinking of as well. "Would you mind handing me a few of those, too, Kevin. I hope they come in handy."

[Kevin]

Kevin stops just before closing his locker and looks approvingly at the rookie, he opens his locker and grabs the last four in his stash. He closes his locker and walks over to Miles and hands them to him, "Good thinking, ya know we ARE supposed to take them alive if possible," Kevin says, a smirk beginning to show on his normally stoic face. "Good luck, 'Medicine Man!!" he chides softly as he turns on his heel.

[Geoff]

Geoff accepts the ribbing with his usual good nature, and lapses into his best Bertie Wooster voice. "I say, Nigel! What say we go slaughter a few of the natives?" He follows Kevin towards the garage, then holds the door for Kleo and the others.

[Joan]

On the way up stairs Joan nudges Kleo, “Why don’t you ride with Geoff and Kevin, I need to talk to John about some stuff.”

[Kleo]

The Muse does a good job at hiding her disappointment - she had wanted to ask her new partner all sorts of things about how to "watch the street". Knowing Geoff will fill her in, Kleo quickly gives Joan an affectionate squeeze of the arm and nods in the affirmative.

[Miles]

As they pass through the front office, Miles says to Li and Bekka, "Be right there." He sidesteps to talk to Ralyn briefly. Smiling and nodding at her in greeting, he introduced himself then says, "I understand, Ralyn, that you could provide me with a copy of the Florida report? Something for me to read over the weekend." His manner and tone of speaking make it clear that this isn't an urgent request. He's already preparing to walk away, assuming her answer will be positive.

*           *          *

On The Way

The detectives divide up into three groups, Bekka, Li, and Miles in one car, Kevin, Geoff, and Kleo in Kevin’s, and Joan riding in John’s Monte Carlo.

[Li]

Again, Li tosses Miles a set of keys, however, they are not the same set. “The black LTD”, he says and points to the car. Once inside and belted in he says to the rookie, “So you have some questions about the organization?”

[Miles]

"Well, I guess you could start by clarifying for me who is in the Order and who is not." Miles flips through the keys and thumbs the button to open the automatic locks. Grabbing the handle and opening the driver's door, he adds, "Though most of my confusion about Cursante's bureaucratic speak can probably wait until after the raid. We've got more pressing concerns."

He ducks down into the vehicle, giving Li time to respond to the stated confusion if he wishes while Miles takes the time to buckle up and adjust the steering wheel, mirrors, and seat to his comfort.

[Li]

“Everyone in the office is part of the Order, but I think your confusion lies in the organization,” Li says as he watches Miles buckle up. “The inner circle is made up of relatively few people, the detectives and the department heads; actually, anyone who has access to the Small Conference room. It is En’lil that concerns most of the inner circle. No one knows this outside of the inner circle. Other members may do work on these En’lil cases but they don’t know what the work is for.”

[Miles]

The young hataalii processes this the best he can. It becomes clear that some people are using the words "Inner Circle" and "Order" interchangeably and inconsistently, thus the root of his confusion.

[Li]

“I don’t really think I have to tell you this but you shouldn’t even hint that there is an ‘Inner Circle’ in the Order,” Li tries to clarify.

[Miles]

The look of confusion that Miles returns to Li clearly indicates a strong need to figure out what in the world any of these people are talking about, but Miles does not ask now. Miles runs through in his head that he WAS told that all the detectives were members of the Inner Circle, so his present company are all members. That would lead him to conclude that Li doesn't mean the obvious, i.e., that he shouldn't talk about it to people who aren't in the circle. His natural conclusion, therefore, is that Li means that the Inner Circle shouldn't even be discussed among the Inner Circle. Miles pushes it out of his head, realizing that it is going to take some serious contemplation to sort this out... and he doesn't have time to worry about that now. He simply makes a note to ask someone more reliable for answers than Li next time... maybe going directly to the source with James.

"These fanatics..." he starts, clearly thinking over things in his head as he does, "when he said that they don't like to be taken alive, well, what does that mean? Do they fight like they're on PCP? Or, is there something suicidal that they might try to do?" He pauses, looking both ways at the current intersection before advancing. "Just trying to get a handle on what we have to do to take them into custody."

[Li]

Once Li gives him his first few directions he answers Miles’ question, “These fanatics can be suicidal and fight like they are on PCP. They are becoming more so in recent days.”

[Miles]

"I'm thinking of pointers, stuff to watch out for," Miles says, hoping to prod Li into a more elaborate explanation. "I don't want to be lucky enough to tie one of these fellows up and then come back to see that he's managed to kill himself in some way I could have easily avoided."

"Maybe you can answer this better?" Miles says, raising his voice and looking in the rear-view mirror at the angel in the back seat. "What should we expect from them when we go in? I mean, do they tend to carry weapons? If so, what kind? Are they operating like some commune or more like a militia with posted guards and the like? I just want to get a better idea of what we're walking into."

[Li]

“The address is in the middle of Hillside so I doubt it will be a commune.”

[Miles]

"Could you be a little clearer?" Miles begs with a smile at Li, whose short answers are certainly not sweet or very informative. "I don't know Hillside from a hole in the ground. Is it the kind of place where a militia could easily set up shop then?" When Miles thinks of communities that couldn't house a commune, the only thing that comes to mind are violence-ridden ethnic ghettos... but even those house communes of a different type from time to time.

[Li]

“Hillside is a suburb filled with soccer moms. It’s the last place most people that a militia would hide itself.”

[Miles]

"No one has yet to answer my question about what I can expect from these cultists on the suicidal level. I will stop the car and wait for answers, if I have to." It is clear from Miles' firm tone that he isn't kidding. Probably, the consistent lack of answers all day is getting to him and he is sick of it.

[Li]

Still with the same calm and smiling visage, "I've told you, they can be all the things you said. We won't know until we get there. The only common thread is that they will do all in their power to avoid capture."

[Miles]

The young Saunee laughs softly to himself. He doesn't like to draw conclusions so quickly, but these two "partners" are nearly useless outside of violent situations, it seems - and that includes the preparation for violent situations. Miles has to think hard about whether he wants this job or not. If these two people are the standard detectives and what lies ahead of him on his first day where he is being sent into the most violent situation in his life are indicative, this is not the job for a healer and protector of Saunee ways. Why did either James or his uncle think this was a good idea? He would do his best today to do a good job, despite being unprepared on too many levels. He speaks a Saunee prayer aloud, one that thanks the Earth for having provided him with life.

[Li]

Once off the freeway Li gives Miles the last set of directions and then begins mumbling to himself. He puts his hands together and laces his fingers into a number of intricate patterns. The cadence of his voice is similar to the rhythm used in a number of chants and spell Miles knows.

*           *          *

[Geoff]

"Kevin, meet Kleo Kafalas, the Greek Muse of History. Kleo, this is Kevin Tehawaki, Tough Guy," Geoff says sardonically.

[Kevin]

Still smirking from their latest round of jabs at one another, the Tattooed Detective acknowledges Kleo with a small, courteous nod, "Pleased to make your acquaintance ma'am" as they make their way to the car. "Se brah, you wanna drive to the site? I got something I need to do on the way." Kevin offers in a more jovial tone than most have seen in a while from him, trying hard to put his past behind him and concentrating on the here and now.

[Geoff]

Geoff simply nods at Kevin's suggestion and slides behind the wheel. He does murmur something about, "making sure I stay on the right-hand side of the road," but it's likely just more of his so-called humor.

[Kevin]

As they walk he glances at Kleo, realizing for the first just how graceful and elegant she is, her striking beauty not lost to his observation. {What is a flower like her doing in place like this}, he thinks to himself. "So what brings you to our little party?” he asks in a pleasant tone.

[Kleo]

Smiling, she greets the Te'Maroan detective, "Hello, Kevin". As to his question, Kleo pauses, then lamely jokes, "I certainly hope the are no surprises at this party.” Sighing, "But, why am I carrying a badge and ready to be the lookout on a dangerous mission - I have no idea. Truth be told, James recruited me for my abilities to understand the past - especially to help solve the problem of En'lil."

She isn't sure if Kevin has heard her referred to as the Muse of History, so finishes with that brief explanation. As they buckle up she asks both men, "So what's the best way to handle these 'lookout' and 'sweeping' duties?"

[Kevin]

The smirk on the Te'Maroan's tattoo face begins to fade as he responds, "Wouldn't be party if there were no surprises" {the Muse may be able to sense the deep pain behind his "mask" upon saying this, but it seems to fade quickly }. "Anyway,...since you really haven't received any proper training in urban assault I'll try to put it in a nut shell..." Kevin states as his face returns to a very intense, hawk-like gaze. "Do EXACTLY what you are told once we reach the site, no time to be democratic. It is unlikely you be sweeping, but if you end up on sweep detail make sure you cover your quadrant.....I mean 'assigned area'. More likely you'll be on lookout duty, just make sure nothing comes up behind the sweep detail with any 'suprises', and do NOT get in front of the sweep detail or you could get hurt".

[Geoff]

Already familiar with Kleo's unfamiliarity with proper police procedures, Geoff adds, "What he means is you will stay in the vehicle, keeping an eye on the street as we move in. If you see others watching us, or moving in to take us from behind, alert us. If any slip by us, try to see which way they go, license plates, so forth. If you need to get to us, and the comm system does not cooperate, use your initiative. If you think you have no choice but to move away from the vehicle, let us know if you can. Does that makes things clearer?"

[Kleo]

The woman leans back into the cushions of the car, "Thank you gentlemen... I think I can handle that!" she says confidently - trying to put their fears of her inexperience at ease. She quickly pulls out her notebook and writes down a few quick lines. Kleo then begins to fiddle with her phone and comlink - making sure she's connected properly.

[Kevin]

Kevin slides into the rear seat and offers Kleo the passenger seat as the team gets ready to depart. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you" Kevin says very seriously as he closes her door while looking at Geoff.

*           *          *

The Raid

The house at 459 Maple has Rockwellian feel with its waste high white picket fence that marked its property line. It is one of the smaller houses on the block, but situated nicely at the south west corner. In the drive way are two cars kept reasonably clean. With its white wash walls and clean yard it seem unlikely that this place for a Satanic Cult.

The three cars arrive separately and park at various points around the house. The detectives are hooked into dispatches switchboard as they call in.

[Cursante]

“Okay Hunter what do you see.”

[Joan]

“Wow, this places has a bunch of wards around it. They look simple but they are woven together really well… almost like its one spell.”

[Cursante]

“Can you make out what they are?”

[Joan]

“Yeah, I think so. One is definitely an alarm.”

[Cursante]

“How far does it extend?”

[Joan]

“All of them stop at the fence.”

[Cursante]

“What else?”

[Joan]

“I see standard home security stuff, wards to reinforce the walls, windows, and doors; sound proofing. Oh, that’s clever there’s an abeyance, it’ll weaken our desire to cross the fence.”

[Cursante]

“Nothing offensive?”

[Joan]

“Wait, there’s something I can really identify, it looks like its directed at the Divine.”

[Cursante]

“Most likely that ward is what Bekka felt in Florida. So what is the assessment?”

[Joan]

“Except for that ward and just the general construction, this stuff is pretty minor league; we should be able get in without much trouble with our gear on.”

[Cursante]

“The doors?”

[Joan]

“Anyone with supernatural strength should get through just fine.”

[Cursante]

“Alright that means Bekka and Kevin will take the doors. People take your positions. Team three, Hunter take the north west corner; Deccenti take the south east; Kafalas watch their backs from the street. Once the rest of you cross the fence and we’ll cut power to the house.”

[Bekka]

The hostile Angel lights a cig, and then draws her two Colt Peacemakers, with their engraved slogans "Fuck Communism" and "Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now". She taps the barrels together lightly, a ritual for some obscure form of luck. Her long blonde hair flows behind her, and she exhales a small cloud of smoke.

"Don' like th' talk o' wards an' what not. Play it easy, kids....this don't feel like it'll come off quite so easy as all o' that."

She heads toward the front door, moving quietly, and sets herself aside it, with her hand cannons pointed skyward. Her back is to the outside wall, head turned toward the door...prepared to blast it down with a hook kick driven by her holy strength once the rest of her team is in position...preferably to hose the hell out of anything behind it with bullets.

[Miles]

Seeing the layout of the house, Miles parks the vehicle square across the driveway so that the two vehicles can get out only after some serious damage to both. Hearing talk of an alarm at the gate, Miles is prepared to move fast once the gate is passed, taking up a flanking position opposite the angel with his firearm drawn and aimed forward the way he was taught in the academy.

Once Miles gets out of the car he looks up and sees a window over looking the drive way. While he can tell there is activity in that room, he can not tell whether he has been seen.

[Li]

Following quickly behind, moves to the cars in the driveway. He waits until Bekka kicks down the door before he kicks and punctures a tire on each car.

*           *          *

[Geoff]

Geoff says to Kleo, "Keep a sharp eye out, please." Then he turns to Kevin and says, "Once you open the door, are you going right, left, down to the floor or backing out to let me in first? I'm following your lead."

[Kevin]

As the Te'Maroan gets out the car, he looks at the house in a intense almost wolf-like manner, his entire being drawing together his spirit, mind and body into a unified force. As he crouches around the fender of the car he speaks to his partners in an almost distant, detached low growl, "I'll cross the fence first, you follow close behind me, when I breach the door, Geoff will move forward and lead us in."

Kevin moves towards the fence in low crouched position, Taiaha in his left hand rested across his right shoulder, with a predatory grace that belies is girth and stature. He stops abruptly about two feet from the fence, and begins to breathe very deeply as he closes his eyes. He brings his free right hand to his face as if covering his eyes momentarily, before bringing his hand away in a slow deliberate fashion. He stares blankly at the house and property for a minute while continuing to breathe deeply. The tattoo on his face now having the appearance that it is moving all by itself as though alive.

As teams one and two take their position, Joan and John exit their car. Joan running to join team one while John, with a shotgun in hand joins team two.

[Geoff]

Geoff eyes the shotgun appreciatively, then says to Kevin, "Right behind you, old man." He is ready to scurry directly behind the hulking Maori.

As team two makes their way towards the house, John stops at the corner of the house with his back against the wall. Looking at Kleo he gives a nodd.

[Kleo]

The Muse taps her headset, then gives a thumbs up "All clear out here in back." She scans the street, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

[Kevin]

After a brief pause Kevin, continues thru the gate and only feels a twinge as he pauses the warded property line, giving him the impression of a boy telling his father that he may not come into his room. Kevin pads silently to door and takes his position. He strikes the door with the back of his elbow flattening himself against the opening door to provide Geoff a smooth entry. The gives almost too easily under force the Te'maroan hits it with.

Just before the doors break Kleo’s voice can be heard, "Cursante - this is Kleo... uh there's a Young man walking up the street towards the house. Should I get out and redirect him? Over."

His response is a simple, “Yes.”

The gives little resistance to Kevin and Geoff quickly moves forward. He can see Bekka is already in the house. Two men are running towards him and from the corner of his eye he spots a girl with a knife on his right moving at him.

[Geoff]

Geoff moves forward, giving Kevin room to follow him in. Aiming his massive old pistol, he yells, "Freeze! FBI! Drop the knife!" If the girl gets takes more than two more steps, or is already within striking distance with the knife, he will fire once, center mass.

[Kevin]

Kevin lays against the door as his partner rushes in and hears the old sailor yelling already. As Geoff clears the door, Kevin sees two men running towards his partner. The Te'maroan spins around to fill the doorway and rushes forward to cover his partner and deal with two men if necessary. As Kevin enters he bellows with almost inhuman authority, "FREEZE, FBI, GET ON THE GROUND!!!!"

Geoff’s guns goes off creating a large crimson spot in the woman’s abdomen. The force of the bullet does not stop her for coming forward at Geoff. On her way down the knife flashes by Geoff before it lands on the ground with the girl. Face down, Geoff can see the much larger exit wound.

The two other men running at Kevin are not armed but do not yield to the shouts of the detectives. The one in the lead turns right quickly into the den the second is right behind.

Seeing that the perps aren’t listening Bekka takes things into her hands and places two well placed bullets into the legs of the second man. He drops a meter in front of Kevin’s feet.

[Geoff]

Geoff kicks the knife away from the woman's prone form. With the kitchen clear, Geoff moves to the wall next to the bathroom door, then lunges around the door frame, sweeping his pistol form side to side.

[Kevin]

Hearing Geoff's gunshot from his right, the Te'Maroan rushes forward to head off the two men just as they turn into the den. Seeing Bekka training her pistols on the second man, Kevin jumps sideways into the den, out of Bekka's potential field of fire. Intercepting the lead man, Kevin uses his left shoulder to shoulder block the lead man right into the wall as hard as he can, hoping to take the man off his feet and incapacitate him....

[Bekka]

"Dammit!" the angel shouts, somehow keeping her cig in her mouth. "Punks 're rabbiting! Somebody cover me, an' secure this punk!" she orders, as she steps forward, pursuing the lead hoodlum into the den area. She takes a moment to kick the perp she shot in the guts, hard, before she strides forward a bit more, warily. Her eyes are alert, not wishing to be taken any more by surprise.

She calls into the den, as she slowly tries to draw a bead with her awful handguns. "C'mon, loser....don' make me ventilate ya. I got all kindsa federal authority here...." Should a shot present itself, she intends to bury a group of rounds in his skull.

Kevin moves quickly after Geoff’s round impales the woman with the knife, and only pauses briefly as Bekka’s target falls in front of him. As he steps over, he can hear the moans of the perp on the floor. Impetuously Kevin crosses the bathroom door, luckily nothing comes out. The lead perp has too much of a lead for Kevin to catch up quickly. Getting to the edge of the den’s door way Kevin spots Bekka on other side with her two hand cannons. Looking in the den, hidden from Bekka’s point of view, Kevin sees the perp reaching for a shotgun from a wall rack filled with a dozen small arms.

>From behind him, Geoff clears the bathroom to find it empty.

[Li]

Li is the last to enter the house, moving cautiously and swiftly through the living room he says, “Living room and kitchen clear.”

[Geoff]

Geoff calls out, "Bathroom clear!" as he moves towards backing up Kevin.

[Kevin]

He looks at Bekka and yells out , "lookout Bekka, shotgun!". The Te'maroan leans back against the wall just outside the den, cursing himself quietly as he regains his composure, "Dammit that was stupid. STICK TO THE PROCEDURE!!" Kevin says to himself in admonishment for nearly running headlong into an unsecured room. He looks to his left and is smiles briefly at Geoff, glad at least ONE of them followed proper procedure. He triggers his comm unit and reports as glances briefly into the den again to check the situation; "This is Kevin. Got a perp in the den sitting on a small weapons cache and currently brandishing a shotgun."

[Cursante]

On everyone's head set Cursante can be heard, "Hunter, can you see the perp from the window?"

[Joan]

"Moving into posistion."

[Geoff]

Geoff smiles and says, "Bekka, get upstairs. We'll take this one." He then asks Kevin, "I'll draw his fire?"

[Bekka]

The angel, dressed in her Men in Black suit, is less than happy about this. Gesturing with her antique weapons, as if they were harmless extensions of her hands, she says, angrily, "Mebbe inna future, ya can think o' whose given orders ta who. I coulda sworn I had point here." She spits her cig angrily to the floor, letting the two stick to their folly. Honestly, one gathers that the angel couldn't care less about the lives, but takes exception to being told what to do.

Gesturing to Miles, she says simply, "C'mon, Shamus. Let's secure th' upstairs." Oddly, she doesn't call him Pocahontas, or Sitting Bull, or some-such.

[Li]

With his ever present smile, Li thinks to himself how Bekka used to call him that. He wonders how Miles is putting up with her hazing.

[Miles]

The look on Miles' face is somber and serious, unlike his usual smile. With the downing of two of the three in the room with wounds that look like they'll leave survivors, Miles moves quickly to the base of the stairs, aiming his gun up the stairway in case anyone comes into view. He furrows his brow slightly at the firing of guns, particularly from Bekka, since he couldn't see clearly yet that the situation called for it. Miles waits at the base of the stairs until Bekka is ready to join him in searching the second story. He listens as best he can for movement upstairs.

[Bekka]

Lighting a new cig with the hot barrel of her right hand gun, Bekka nods her head twice to Miles, falling into position with the rookie as the prepare to ascend and secure the upstairs. She holds her guns upright, and moves cautiously upstairs.

[Miles]

Nodding back, Miles staggers himself slighly behind and opposite Bekka as they ascend the stairs, covering the side she doesn't. He keeps his gun out in front of him, academy style.

With the NRAngel in the lead the two cautiously move up the stairs. No one is waiting for them. At the top of the stairs they see the door that they are responsible for on the right, however, it is the second room, the one on the left that noise can be heard. Anxious voices saying, “come on hurry it up,” “I’m hurrying, just cover the door,” “I got the door, just burn the computer.”

[Miles]

The young Saunee moves quickly and quietly, keeping his back to the left wall. He nods toward the room with the voices while looking at Bekka to indicate that she's got point and he's right behind her.

[Bekka]

To Miles, she says, "Yer call, Shamus." She sucks heavily on the cig in her mouth.

>From the door the voices continue, "Got it! Fire in the hole.", "Burn baby burn."

[Miles]

Roan Horse nods again to Bekka as he takes up his position next to the door, gun reading to scan the room as the superhuman strength of his partner kicks through any resistance the door might provide. In case his partner did not overhear the people talking, he makes the common police sign to indicate that there are two people in the room, clearly not wanting to speak and give them a heads up that there are people about to rain on their parade.

[Bekka]

Noting that the others appear to have in fact stopped downstairs, the ill tempered, glamorous angel takes out her menacing handguns again. "Chances are they're torchin' evidence, Shamus. Let's rush 'em." That having been said, she holds up her guns once more, the black clad woman growls, "Cover me, such as ya can," and steps into the hallway. Her intention is to kick in the door with her supernatural strength, and then squeeze off headshots to any targets that present themselves. >From Miles' handsignals, she has reason to believe two...

The door is tissue paper against Bekka’s foot. The moment the door swings open a small dagger flies towards Bekka’s head. Bobbing her head to the left and Miles’ to the right the dagger buries itself in the opposite wall.

In front of the angle is a chubby girl holding several sharp pencils. She begins mumbling some thing as she grabs another pencil, when Bekka’s bullet burns a hole in her head.

[Li]

>From the comm link Li’s voice can be heard, “If you take any alive gag them.”

As the girl with the pencils falls the second perp becomes visible. He is at a desk where a case-less computer is being torched with a lighter and WD40. He turns to face the detectives and it is obvious to everyone he intends to torch them. Miles plants a bullet in his mid-section.

Before either detective can disarm and secure the perp he mutters, “As-braka,” and falls limp.

[Miles]

Looking around the room, Miles checks for any blankets, curtains, or similar items that can be grabbed quickly to cover the computer. He doesn't expect a fire from WD-40 to burn too long or effectively, but it seems better to stop anything there is.

After that, Miles uses his left hand to check the jugular of the one he'd shot, his brow furrowed at the apparent waste of human life. He keeps his gun held in his right hand.

Once he's seen that the man is dead, he says to Bekka, "I'm ready to check the other rooms when you are."

*           *          *

[Kevin]

Kevin quietly lays his Taiaha against the wall next to the door jam while drawing his Colt .45, carefully easing back the slide as he prepared for their next action. "Ready when you are, sea dog!" he whispers quietly to his partner.

[Perp]

As the detectives talk, the man has plenty of time to pull the shotgun from the wall and rack the first round. The familiar sound, ‘schuck-chuck’, comes from the den. As Kevin leans down to change weapons, the spot of the wall where his head blows apart. By the time Kevin is ready it is clear to everyone that the perp has readied another shot.

[Geoff]

With a muttered, "I hope this doesn't hurt too badly," Geoff steps away from the wall, then darts forward, shouting and diving into the room, firing a couple of rounds in the vicinity of the man and throwing himself in the direction of any furniture that might provide cover. He is relying on his ability to survive almost anything, and hoping the fellow with the shotgun misses even more.

[Kevin]

Kevin holds up his left hand to block Geoff momentarily, but Geoff moves pass Kevin. Gritting his teeth in a silent explicative, Kevin counts "one, one thousand" silently and spins into a crouching position, slamming his back against the opposite door jam, pistol training for a suitable target.

[Joan]

>From the window a blurry shadow appears, as Kevin counts his second, on the comm link Joan voice says, “I got him.” Her words are punctuated by the sound of thunder as Geoff flies backwards through the door, the center of his vest tattered but still together.

Spinning into position Kevin fires his 45 as does Joan from the window, double tapping her 9mm. Caught in the crossfire the perp falls in heep.

[Cursante]

A word flies from Cursante that only an elf would know, followed by “Damn it…”

[Joan]

Before Cursante can finish, Joan says, “Den clear, proceeding to Team one’s position.”

[Geoff]

Geoff lays on the floor, gasping for breath. Not only has the blast knocked the wind from him, but his entire torso is probably one gigantic bruise. He finally manages to get enough air to speak in gasps. "Christ...that...hurt..." He glances up at Kevin and says, "Go on...I'll be...up shortly." While he catches his breath, he will reload the he fired.

[Kevin]

Still squatting, Kevin surveys the room and thumbs his comm link, "Team two all clear, securing single wounded suspect. Thanks Joan". Kevin leans over slightly and pats Geoff heartily on the thigh as he lays gasping for air, "You ok brah? Next time I give the hold signal....HOLD!! No sense getting shot UNNECCESSAIRLY" he smirks as he shoulders his pistol and moves out of the den towards the wounded perp.

[Li]

Kevin finds Li is already zip tying the perp who didn’t make it to the den, the only one showing any signs of life. Looking at Geoff and Kevin, “don’t worry, I’ll secure them,” he says. Leaving Li with the perps both Geoff and Kevin realize that Li never drew his gun on this raid.

[Kevin]

Kevin looks back at Geoff and replies, "We move as a team, no exceptions. Now hand me my weapon and let's go, we still need to back up team one and finish this sweep".

[Geoff]

Geoff slowly sits up, the pain obvious from his face. "Okay, that was stupid...but it worked." He looks at the wall of weapons, then decides the fallen shotgun might be handy. "In case we need to open a door or two," he says. He holds his pistol in his left hand, the shotgun grip in his right, after chambering a new round. He motions to Kevin he is ready to follow him up the stairs.

[Kevin]

The Te'maroan winks at Li as the Martail Artist trusses up the wounded suspect, "Take care of him, sounds like he may be the ONLY suspect whom lives long enough to be questioned", as shots ring out from upstairs. Kevin picks up his Taiaha and quickly follows Geoff and Joan upstairs to take position.

When they get to the stairs, they are greeted by Joan entering the front door.

Noises can be heard from the stairs as Geoff, Kevin, and Joan arrive at the second floor.

[Geoff]

Still wheezing and in pain, Geoff sees that Team 2 has cleared the room on the left. He sets himself by the door on the right, waiting for Joan and Kevin to get in position.

[Joan]

“I have the hall,” Joan says.

The door to the room isn’t locked and Geoff and Kevin enter without trouble. There dorm like feel to the room with its bunk bed and two desks. From the decorations it is obvious that girls lived in the room. On closer inspection of the partially opened closet they find no one in the room

Both teams move along the hallway cautiously. With the rest of the house empty, securing the bathroom, the laundry room, and finally the master bed room went quickly. The hallway bathroom is filled with female toiletries, while the master bedroom with it’s pair of bunk beds and the master bathroom have had obvious male patrons.

Once the house is secured dispatch notifies the detectives that forensics and their ME are on route and will be there in a few minutes.

[Geoff]

Geoff looks at the ragged vest and mutters, "I hope Fir and Crum don't mind." He winces as he starts to remove it, then thinks again. "You know, I still want to check to make sure there's no basement that's been installed recently." He moves around the lower level, checking for hidden doors and such, looking for a way down, if it exists.

[Miles]

"Well," he says in response, "we also know from the city records that there definitely is an attic." He looks along the ceiling in the upstairs hallway. "We should check that out, too."

[Geoff]

Geoff nods and says, "I'm not sure I'm up to climbing, just yet. Would you and your team like the attic, while we check for a basement?"

As the members of Team Two head back down stairs, Miles easily finds the hatch leading up to the attic.

Carefully Miles pulls the hatch down. A ladder folds out of the hatch. Looking up, the attic has a soft red glow.

[Miles]

Miles doesn't like the look of things. "We could have a fire or something worse in the attic," he reports over the line for everyone. Then to Bekka, he suggests, "You wanna head up first?" He smiles as if what he'd said was half in joking.

He aims his gun up through the hole, moving around quickly to get as full a view as he can of the attic without climbing the ladder and listening for any noise that may be coming from up there. He checks the small maglite on his belt, realizing that he may need it but not wanting to climb the ladder with it. He then adjusts himself to edge up the ladder while maintaining his ability to fire at anyone who may be waiting upstairs.

There is no sound from the attic. As best that Miles can see without climbing the ladder is the light is coming from a position in front of the ladder, maybe directly above a few paces down the hall.

Slowly Miles ascends the ladder, the red light get slight brighter. As he peers over the edge he can see directly in front of him a large wooden floor panel with odd markings. At the center is a stone no bigger than a Styrofoam cup that seems to be the source of the light. To his left and right are boxes with a layer of dust suggestion that they haven’t been moved for a long time. Also to his right is a flash light.

*           *          *

When Team Two descends the stairs they find Li hunched over the bodies with several photographs in his hands.

[Geoff]

Geoff almost wheezes, "Ooh, what do you have there, Li?"

[Li]

“I got these off the refrigerator,” Li says as he hands several photos to Geoff and Kevin. The photos show people posing for group pictures at Worlds of Adventure on Powell Island in Bayview, dinner at some restaurant, and at a park. “There looks like about a dozen different people. But maybe 8 core people. I was trying match faces.”

[Geoff]

Geoff refrains from making a Charlie Chan joke that pops into his head. Instead he says, "I'm just going to poke around. Look for hidden rooms or a basement."

*           *          *

As Kleo watches the others take their position she spies in the review mirror a tall gawky looking red head moving up the street. He is wearing a light jacket, t-shirt and jeans.

[Kleo]

"So much for the all clear" she thinks to herself. Gently undoing her seatbelt and unlocking the door, Kleo watches the young man walking her way. She waits a moment to see how close he will come to the house.

Heart thumping in her chest, "Cursante - this is Kleo... uh there's a Young man walking up the street towards the house. Should I get out and redirect him?" She pauses for a moment and then quickly says, "Over."

His response is a simple, “Yes.”

As Kleo opens the door she can hear the shouts of the other detectives announcing their presence. When she stands up and looks at the man coming down the street, gun shots can be heard, first one then two more.

He is no more than twenty feet from Kleo when the guns fire. At the sound of the guns the man stops looks in the direction of the house, then directly at Kleo, then back at the house. He face reveals both a worried look as well as guilt. He quickly turns on his heals and runs the other way.

[Kleo]

The dark haired rookie winces at the sound of the gunshots, muttering "Damn it to Hades!" Choking back the instinct to call out to her comrades, she gets out of the car, hurriedly shouting into the comm-link.

"Cursante, Kleo here - there are gun shots inside the house... the man on the street looks suspicious... he's running away... should I follow him?" She watches the red haired man making tracks away from her. As she waits for Cursante's reply... she looks to the house, reaching for her gun... terrified, yet strangely excited...

[Cursante]

“Kafalas go, Deccenti give her back up.”

[John]

>From his corner position he begins to sprint to the sidewalk. Looking down the street he sees his prey and begins to make a bee-line towards him.

[Kleo]

At Cursante's order, Kleo races down the street gaining on the flame, haired runner. Remembering all Hermes had taught her about speed, Kleo leans slightly forward, running on the balls of her feet. The Goddess, in fine physical condition, pulls even closer. The sound of her leather boots tapping on the pavement, fills her ears. "Stop - FBI, I want to talk to you", she shouts to the man. "Stop - Don't make me shoot you..."

While remembering how to push off, Kleo forgot that when she plants her foot its heal-toe. Wobbling on her boot heal slows her down unexpectedly as John runs pass her. Her gaining on the red head is probably because for a second he is busy pulling something out of his jacket pocket. Ignoring Kleo’s works the man pulls his hand it out of his jacket. He is holding a small piece of paper that he crumples and throws to the ground as he rounds a corner, just as it looks like John is going to grab him.

[John]

Instead of catching him, John stops and picks up the paper and unfolds it. His eyes are intensely fixed on it. By the time Kleo catches up, the man has rounded another corner and is out of site from the detectives.

[Kleo]

"Damn it to Hades!!! I guess I need training time in heels, too," Kleo mutters under her breath as she reaches John. "Is everyone Ok in the house? And hmmm... what do we have here?" She looks quizzically at the burly man - and then at the piece of paper in his hand.

She reaches out to him, "May I see it, John? I'm sometimes able to learn about the history of people or things - just by touch..." She catches his eye, hoping he'll pass the note, quickly. Kleo's adrenaline rush starts to ebb, but the idea of being able to actually do something helpful for the Order warms her.

[John]

In an uncharacteristic manner, John pulls his hands to his chest with the note in his hands and flashes Kleo a possessed grimace, "No, its mine!"

[Kleo]

Widening her eyes in surprise at his comments and attitude, Kleo becomes instantly suspicious. "uh, okaaaaayyy... John... what does the note say?" She moves in closer to him - all the while watching his hands. Standing to John's right, she places her left hand on his shoulder and leans even closer trying to take a peep at the note. "You know I want to help you, don't you?" she says softly, now looking up at the detective.

[John]

John's face twists perplexed, “Ahhhh… sure…” Slowly his grip weakens and moves to give the note away.

[Kleo]

The Muse smiles up at John as she gently takes the note from him. It takes all of her strength not to snatch it from his hands. She senses that the note must be important somehow, especially as John's behavior seems quite odd.

She stares at the note transfixed...

The note is gibberish, a geometric patterned decorated with arcane symbols. It’s meaningless to Kleo, but all the same her eyes are fixed on it like it was her soul.

[Kleo]

Her hands feel afire, her heart palpitates as she is lost in the strange, undecipherable message. The outside world dims from her consciousness.

[John]

Without the note in hand John shakes his head and if to clear his thoughts. Seeing Kleo with the note he grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her, “Kleo, look at me, the note is a spell.”

[Kleo]

Her eyes do not leave the paper. "No" she whimpers, as her fingers tighten on the scrap.

[John]

“Look at me,” John says then lifts her chin, forcing their eyes to meet, “Look at me. Its an Atlantian Apple Spell. It only works as long as you don’t realize its true nature. Whatever you did to me, forced me to see it for what it is.”

[Kleo]

Blinking hard as the spell's power dissipates, Kleo shudders against John. "I should have been able to determine it was a spell... just - just by the way you were acting." The Muse covers her face in her hands for a moment, then smoothes the fine, fly away tendrils of midnight back in place.

[John]

“Don’t knock yerself out ‘bout it. It affects everyone who sees it. Lucky we weren’t in a crowd,” he says as he pats Kleo on the shoulder.

[Kleo]

A new worried look crosses her brow, "Is everyone Ok in the house... I heard a lot of gun shots..."

[John]

“Let’s get back.”

The two walk back. By the time they reach the house all is secure. When they enter the front door, they immediately see a dead body at the far end near the kitchen. Coming out of the den, Li is holding some photographs.

[Li]

“There’s another in the den and one more in the kitchen. I’m heading up stairs.” Li hands Kleo and John the set of photographs. “Is your perp in one of these?”

[Kleo]

Glaring at the photos, Kleo nods her head... "Yes, the red head in the photos is definately the man who ran off." Shuffling the pictures in her hand, "As he escaped, he cast some type of written Atlantean spell – it affected both John and I... but I think we're ok, now." The Muse knits her brow in frustration.

[Kevin]

The Te'Maroan studies the pictures Li offers for moment and hands them back as he notices John and Kleo walk in, "So did you catch the suspect, I heard he broke and ran!". Kevin thanks Li for letting him see the pictures and tells Geoff, "I'm gonna look around abit myself, I'll be right back" as his eyes appear to glaze over.

Geoff’s methodical search of the bathroom is fruitless as he expects. When he heads for the kitchen, he spots Li with John and Kleo at the front door.

Kevin slowly moves about the living room, kitchen, and den. Looking over the bodies he can easily tell that their souls have passed on. At first glance there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary, however, there is something pulling his attention upwards.

[Geoff]

Geoff gives Kleo a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up, assuming she saw little if any action. Then he begins his search of the kitchen.

[Kleo]

The woman half-heartedly returns the gesture, but smiles a bit as she can see the immortal is none-the-worse for wear.

The kitchen has nothing out of the ordinary; pots, pans, food, etc. There are a few cook books, at least two are vegan. The knife block is missing the chief’s blade.

[Geoff]

Geoff assumes that was the blade in the hands of the person he shot. Fairly confident there is nothing of interest, he will rejoin the others, wondering if anyone has found anything of interest.

[Kevin]

Kevin slowly and cautiously tracks the source of the anomolly upstairs. As he starts up the stairs he calls to his partner in a low, distant voice, "Geoff, I need some backup as I track the source of something strange here"

[Geoff]

Geoff moves a little more quickly to back up Kevin, despite his protesting torso. He still hasn't had the nerve to peek under the tattered vest, to see what he looks like. He just hopes his metabolism is working overtime to heal the bruises. "Right behind you, Big Guy," he says as he catches up to Kevin.

[Li]

As Geoff turns to leave, Li says to him, "Did you check the den?"

[Geoff]

Geoff says, "Nope. My partner needs back-up. I'll be back, though."

*           *          *

Moving up the stairs Kevin finds Miles and Bekka in the hallway. Miles is on the ladder leading up to the attic. The source of the Kevin’s curiosity is up there, quite possible what Miles is looking at right now.

On a quick look around Kevin peers in to the room with the two dead bodies. A bright spot on the heavy girl catches his eye. While the soul has left there is something near her neck.

[Miles]

Speaking for those listening over the wire, Miles says, "Looks like I found something magical in the attic, maybe the source of the wards. Someone more knowledgeable than me might want to get up here when they get a chance."

Sitting on the edge, he pulls out his own flashlight and uses it to scan the room and ceiling, making sure there isn't anything else of note here. He looks around for prints in the dust, and rubs a little dust off one of the boxes, trying to judge in terms of months or years how long the boxes have been undisturbed. He also checks for any kinds of markings on the boxes that might indicate what's in them. With nothing special to go on, he will open a box to see the contents.

[Kevin]

As the Stocky detective pans the computer room, he triggers his comm link, "This is team 2, I got something on one of the dead perps. Checking it out now...someone tell Miles to hold fast in the Attic, I'm on my way. TEam Two out". Kevin approaches the heavy set corpse and examines the 'bright spot'.

On closer examination the bright spot is a cameo around her neck. While small in amount, Kevin still can feel the spirits within.

[Bekka]

Hearing Miles' assessment, the surly angel nods her head once. "Good work there, Shamus. Really makin' th' whole detective thing work fer ya. Seems like yer th' real deal, eh?" She crushes out her cig, and stows her guns in their holsters...her suit coat left open for easy access. "Do me a favor...go over all th' mundy evidence ya can muster, before we send in th' spooks, eh?"

Using her cell phone as a walkie talkie, the angel remembers that she in fact, does have operational command. "This is Elohim ta all agents on site. I want this here place scoured, I mean scoured, of all mundy evidence, from top ta bottom. Once that's done, then I want yer mystical types an' such ta report ta th' attic....we got somethin' needs lookin' at. An' that is th' news campers."

She smokes silently...not being much of a detective herself, but counting on Miles' obvious skill in that area.

[Kevin]

Geoff may see the detective carefully and with great reverence remove something from from one of the corpses and places the small item in his Sporran as he turns to exit the room. The detective immeidately triggers his comm link and reports in, "This is team two, I have located and removed a small, active spirit catcher on one of the perps. I am on my way to the Attic.Team two out.". The Te'maroan walks by Geoff an the surly Angel without looking at them and makes his way to the ladder and up to the attic. Geoff and Bekka may notice as Kevin passes them that he is sweating alot (in spite of the ambient temperature) and that his eyes look very cloudy. Once he reaches the ladder he call to miles and ask him to take his Taiaha in a very detatched voice, after which he will ascend the ladder.

The attic is cavernous and musty. As Miles steps around on dust is kicked up in the air. There are foot print, old foot prints, leading to and from the wooden platform with the glowing rock.

Cutting open one of the boxes Miles is greeted with the smell of mothballs. Inside are many dresses, pants, and shirts that we in fashion in the 60’s and 70’s.

[John]

>From the comm link, “Forensics and the ME are here. Miles, why don’t ya come down here for a moment.”

[Miles]

Miles has closed the lid to the box he'd opened and heading down the ladder when John comes over the wire.

[Kevin]

Upon reacheing the Attic the Te'maroan removes his shoulder holster and jacket and hands them to Miles with the request, "would you please give these to Geoff for me". The Shaman notices the cloudiness in Kevin's eyes for the first time, his eyes almost appearing milky white as he looks around the room and slowly picks up his taiaha.

It is obvious to Kevin that the source of the spiritual energy is the small rock at the center of the wooden board covered with arcane symbols.

[Miles]

As he passes Bekka, he gives her an arched eyebrow and a smile, not sure how John's command fits in with Bekka's recent assertion of authority. He is also surprised at how quickly the other teams got here, leaving him with no time to get much of a sense of the house.

"What is it?" Miles asks pleasantly when he finds John.

[John]

"Since Forensics and the ME are here why do'cha canvas the neighborhood? Get familiar with the local Norman."

[Miles]

Miles has closed the lid to the box he'd opened and heading down the ladder when John comes over the wire.

[Kevin]

Upon reacheing the Attic the Te'maroan removes his shoulder holster and jacket and hands them to Miles with the request, "would you please give these to Geoff for me". The Shaman notices the cloudiness in Kevin's eyes for the first time, his eyes almost appearing milky white as he looks around the room and slowly picks up his taiaha.

It is obvious to Kevin that the source of the spiritual energy is the small rock at the center of the wooden board covered with arcane symbols.

There are noises below as the forensics teams begin to comb the upstairs. Upon closer examination of the stone, Kevin can see the thousands of souls trapped inside it; their spiritual energy powering whatever spell are on the board.

*           *          

[Kleo]

After coming into the house, Kleo feels even more unsure of herself seeing her colleagues truly start the investigation. "At least everyone seems ok", she thinks. Responding to Li's question of Geoff, "mmm, Li - uh... um, how can I help?"

[Joan]

As Geoff and Kevin move upstairs the pass Joan heading in the opposite direction. “Did I hear you have an Atlantean spell. May I see it?” she says to Kleo.

[Geoff]

While staying with Kevin, Geoff asks, "Atlantean? As in Atlantis? My contact might help, if it's the same Atlantis, that is."

[Kleo]

Fishing in her jacket pocket, the Goddess retrieves the crumpled, scrap of paper. "Here, Joan... but, be careful. It made John and I act quite strangely." She quickly hands the note to the tall woman.

[Joan]

Gingerly taking the piece of paper, she begins to examine it, “Very clever… No… Not Atlantean, John for the umpteenth time, Atalantean Apple Spell. Named after Atalanta, a Greek tomboy who would only marry the man who could beat her in a foot race. Some guy got this spell and placed them on a golden apple to enthrall her for a few minutes so that he could finish the race before her. What is ingenuous is that the spell needs to be cast on to metal, like silver or gold. But who ever made this found a way to imbed it into paper.” Looking at Kleo, “can I keep this, I’d like to see if I can duplicate it,” she says.

[Kleo]

Barely containing her frustration for not realizing the spell's origin earlier, "Aphrodite helped Melanion win the girl's heart..." Holding on to the paper for a moment, Kleo closes her eyes and concentrates... hoping to learn more about their fugitive spell caster.

[Joan]

“Aphrodite may have designed the spell and Melanion may have used it, but Atalanta was the name that got stuck to it,” Joan says.

[Kleo]

Not sensing anything useful about the note, she passes it over the braided detective.

>From the door a ruckus enters as the Forensic team and the ME’s group approach the house.

[John]

Moving himself to the side as well as the traced Kleo, allowing the others to enter, John speaks through the comm link, “Forensics and the ME are here. Miles, why don’t ya come down here for a moment.”

[Kleo]

The Muse looks to Joan, "I know Bekka wants us to search for evidence and such... but I'm not quite sure how to go about it. I don't want to ruin the crime scene." As she says this, she scans the room looking for old artifacts, antiques and strange objects. "You see, my skills rely mostly on touch."

The living room is decorated in an Ikea flare. The furnishings reek of young, possibly collegiate, life style. Nothings seems to be older than a few years.

[Joan]

“Come on, let’s go up stairs. They found some magic stuff and I’d like to take a look at it. Maybe we can help toss a room.”

[Kleo]

Taking one last look around the room, "Let's do it!" the Muse tries to say confidently.

The two women follow Judith, head of Forensic sorcery, and a few techs up stairs. Judith gives a nod to Bekka and Geoff then immediately goes up the ladder to the attic. A tech from Technology makes a bee line to the burnt computer in the office. Another tech looks at Geoff, smiling at the handsome detective she asks, "Do you want to help me toss the bed room?" A male tech, knowing better than to talk to Bekka, moves pass her to the master bedroom.

[Geoff]

Geoff smiles, then winces ever so slightly. "Certainly. You're the expert, so just direct me a bit. I've done some evidence collection before, but I'm going to follow your lead."

[Tech]

Making an almost girl school giggle she says, "We're looking for things that tells up who they were, and possibly a way to connect them with other people. If we are lucky maybe a diary." She takes a look at the room, "definitely a girls room, girls like diaries."

[Geoff]

Donning a pair of rubber gloves, Geoff begins to search for books, writings and the like. He will also look under the mattress and box spring, and in the closet.

The desks turn up a few notes and scribbles, a pair of disposable cell phones, a small stash of marijuana, and a scrap book, but nothing else that looks of value.

The bunk bed has a small scattering of stuffed animals and nothing of interest.

The closet is filled with clothes. A significant amount of it ventures towards Goth.

[Geoff]

Geoff will put the cell phones into paper bags and seal them so the techs can later download anything there. Then he will begin to flip through the scrapbook. He continues to wear his gloves.

The scrap book contains pictures and notes of a girl in junior high school or early high school. There are pictures of and drawings of horses, rainbows, and other ‘girly’ things. Geoff can easily identify to subject of the book, as she just recently came at him with a knife, even though she is at least eight years older. This was her life before joining this house as none of them are seen in the book.

*           *          *

Joan and Kleo head up to the attic and ask, "Kevin, what do we have?"

[Kevin]

Te'maroan face appears strained and tense as he responds in a detached voice to the rooms new occupants, "I found a cameo on one of the perps and it lead me here. The stone you are looking at on that contains the trapped souls of thousands. The cameo and stones like this are generally used to act as "energy batteries" for those using magic to offset the drain of their own personal energies." As they look on, Kevin's face contorts in anger, causing his tattooed face to take on a menacing aura in the soft light of the room, "I do not feel sorry for theses 'Mages', they pain they felt in death today pales in comparison to the torture these souls have endured"....

[Joan]

"I've heard of mana batteries like that, but a thousand souls?..." there is the sound of aw in her voice.

[Judith]

“Okay one touch anything until I give the okay,” the sorceress says as she squats down and takes a closer examination the board. “Wow, this is marvelous. The construction of these wards are so intricate… but simple… and elegant. A novice could have set this up… but a master must have designed it.” Judith pauses and looks at the detectives, “Okay, I’m going defuse the wards,” she says as she places a pair of turquoise rubber gloves on. Before she cast a small spell she mutters, “damn these gloves feel good.”

It takes about a minute before she completes the spell, then warily she reaches for the stone and snatches it from the center.

Downstairs, Bekka feels a small jolt and instantly feels normal.

[Kevin]

Kevin realizes that the souls are still trapped in the stone and offers, "We need to release the souls trapped within" as he offers Joan the Cameo he retrieved earlier.

[Joan]

Joan takes the necklace from Kevin, then tumbles the stone in her hand she says, "I have no idea how to do that. I'm not sure what kind of spells could make this, much less unmake it."

Holding it up Joan takes a minute to examine it more closely, she then looks at Kleo, "this looks pretty old want to try get a read on it?"

[Kleo]

"I'll do my best," she nods, as she reaches for the necklace.

As soon as she touches the ancient stone - Kleo feels the sands of time shift violently. A darkness creeps into her heart as she studies the cursed gem. She senses the years falling away - just like in James' office, yesterday.

And then her vision clears... she sees an Egyptian temple with a malevolent-looking priest expunging the souls of thousands of slaves. The stone glows red as the people shrivel and scream before the priest. "It's Egyptian, very old - very old", she mumbles.

Seeing the past flit across her consciousness, Kleo recognizes the age-old power play of religion versus the crown, "The priest, who captured the souls, wanted to- to destroy the Pharaoh - I'm not sure which one, yet... but the... the Pharaoh defeated the priest, bringing on a huge sandstorm, burying a temple."

[Judith]

“Egyptian, eh?” she says then looks at Kevin, “Now we know where to start looking for a way to break this. Well free the souls, it just might take time.”

[Kleo]

Time shifts again as her vision takes her to an excavation site sometime during WWII, the tell-tale Nazi insignia adorns the leaders' uniform. "The Nazi's found the gem... and four others like it... their leader... their leader, just recently gave one of the stones to our red headed man!"

As Kleo's vision dissipates, she shudders handing the necklace back to Joan. "This stone... the other stones are somehow important to bringing back Enlil" she whispers.

[Joan]

“Nazi? Are you sure some Nazi gave this to your perp? That was sixty years ago. Is this guy an immortal?”

[Kleo]

"He definitely was a Nazi... and he definitely was the man who gave our red-headed boy the stone." Shaking her head thoughtfully, "He must be an immortal of some type... he hadn't aged a day since 40's."

Looking at Joan and Judith, "It makes sense tho... we know how Hitler coveted arcane objects. Harnessing the power Enlil - along with the Spear of Destiny would have changed - everything."

[Joan]

“Well let’s go talk to our resident immortal.”

The two women leave Judith to her work. On their way down they see other crime scene specialists working hard to collect their evidence.

Finding Geoff in the front bedroom looking at a scrap book Joan says, “Hey Geoff, I think maybe we have something up your direction.” She lets her words hang in the air for Kleo to finish.

[Geoff]

Geoff smiles at the ladies, his eyebrows up indicating his expectations that they have something of interest.

[Kleo]

"Yes - I think you'll find this intriguing... It seems one of our... um 'perpetrators' is an immortal. I analyzed this stone", nodding to the necklace held in Joan's hands, "and the same man who found it in Egypt... back in the 40's... is the same man who gave it to our missing red-head."

Pausing a moment, "This immortal is tall, had a long face and white hair. He was a Nazi during the war..."

[Geoff]

Geoff's frowns slightly. "So many Nazis...actually, many Immortals during that era flocked to Germany, figuring they could use their powers to impress the Reich and get power quickly. I'm not sure I know many with white hair though. Most don't get white hair. Sounds like some form of vanity. Wanting to stick out. Maybe Forever Young has something on him. Can you give me a sketch or something?"

[Kleo]

The Muse gives a rueful laugh, "You would think after all this time I'd be a better artist!" Turning to Joan, "Is there someone at the station who can create a picture based on my description?"

[Joan]

"I'm sure we can find someone in Forensics who can do that... no wait I think Mary does it too. Let's get out of here and let the techs do their thing."

[Kleo]

"Excellent... Joan, after that, I'd like to run by the University. I'd like to focus my attention on obtaining more information on Enlil and those stones. I also need to take a look at the Spear of Destiny this afternoon, if we can arrange it". Kleo pulls out her small notebook and jots a few notes down.

*           *          *

[Miles]

As he passes Bekka, he gives her an arched eyebrow and a smile, not sure how John's command fits in with Bekka's recent assertion of authority. He is also surprised at how quickly the other teams got here, leaving him with no time to get much of a sense of the house.

"What is it?" Miles asks pleasantly when he finds John.

[John]

"Since Forensics and the ME are here why do'cha canvas the neighborhood? Get familiar with the local Norman."

[Miles]

The young hataalii examines John's face for a moment, trying to read whether this is a legitimate request or simply some sort of hazing or revenge for Miles rolling his eyes at the other man's comment earlier. Miles hopes the man isn't so petty and that he does understand the difference between interviewing potential sources before and after something like this. Seeing the value of the interviews himself, Miles replies with a smile, "Will do." He then heads for the front door.

Before he leaves the building, he asks, "Should I pull off this vest? Or, you all think it's OK to continue with this particular approach." He looks down at the large letters written across his chest, thinking that approaching an innocent bystander with something like it on might give the wrong impression. He doesn't know where he could safely leave the vest, though, either.

[John]

"Your call," John says with a smile.

[Miles]

He undoes the straps on his vest as he heads to the vehicle. He drops it in the back, being careful that nothing is visible as he folds the vest up. He looks over at the tires of the cars in the driveway briefly, wondering about the motivation behind disabling vehicles that couldn't have gone anywhere, anyway. He'll try to remember next time to plan something like that better to keep one of them from wasting their time when it is so important.

Miles fans his shirt a little as he looks around the houses in the neighborhood, trying to cool off some of the sweat caused by wearing a snug vest on a day like today. He takes note of those people about and those houses that look like they might have housewives at home this time of the day.

Knocking on a door, he waits for the occupant to answer. When the door opens, he has a warm smile upon his face. Doubtlessly, the person on the other side will already know where he's from; they couldn't help but peek out the window sometime in the last several minutes to figure out what all the commotion was.

A portly woman with short curly hair answers door.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he greets, "Agent Roan Horse, FBI. Do you have a moment to answer some questions?" Miles takes note of the way in which they open the door and of any details he might gather from their appearance and the contents of their foyers.

[Portly Woman]

She squeaks out her greeting, “Hello,” and nods at Miles’ preamble.

[Miles]

"I was wondering what you could tell me about your neighbors, in the Johnson house?" He asks the question casually, with a tinge of authority.

[Portly Woman]

“Their nice people I guess. Why? What did they do?”

[Miles]

"Sorry, ma'am, I cannot really discuss an active investigation," he responds to their queries about the current situation. "You needn't worry, though, there wasn't any danger to you or any of the other people in the neighborhood."

[Portly Woman]

She squishes face, as she expected more from Miles.

[Miles]

"What do you remember about the Johnson's before they disappeared?" Miles asks, adding sympathy to his voice to reflect his understanding that these neighbors may have been close enough to miss a local friend.

[Portly Woman]

“That was three years ago right? I remember speaking to the police about it then.

[Miles]

"Yes," he nods, "I understand you spoke to the police then, but we like to retrace our steps when it's been this long since the last investigation."

[Portly Woman]

“Well it was a weekend. Mary just finished planting she summer flowers in the front. The next day she’s and her husband are gone.”

[Miles]

"What were the Johnson's like before they disappeared?" he queries. "Did they participate in the neighborhood committees or anything like that?"

[Portly Woman]

“They were nice folks, they come to play bridge every so often. With Toby out of the house they didn’t need to do the PTA thing.”

[Miles]

Miles nods as he takes some quick notes on a notepad from his front pocket. "And what about Toby? What was he like before his parents disappeared? How did he seem to take their disappearance? How has he been lately?"

[Portly Woman]

“Nice boy, keeps to himself. I don’t know how he took it. A year later he came back with some friends. I think they run an internet company from the house. Is he in trouble or something?”

[Miles]

"Well, we're trying to figure that out ma'am," he responds pleasantly but with a tone of finality to her question. "How did you hear about the internet company?" he asks.

[Portly Woman]

“I’m not sure… I think maybe my husband said something like that,” says the woman, her face scrunches as she fails to recall anything more specific

[Miles]

"And what about Toby's friends? Did you ever get a chance to meet any of them? Are they old friends from high school that you've seen around since he was younger?"

[Portly Woman]

“Never seen them before they moved in.”

[Miles]

"Do you know if Toby maintains contact with any other people in the neighborhood? Anyone he might visit in the evenings or hang out with on weekends?"

[Portly Woman]

“No, he and his friends are quiet and keep to themselves mostly.”

[Miles]

"Does Toby or any of his friends go for walks often? Any place in the area that they wouldn't drive to?"

[Portly Woman]

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen go for walks or anything like that. Sorry I can’t be of more help.”

[Miles]

"No, no," Miles replies with a smile that verges on a soft laugh, "you've actually been more help than you realize. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me." He offers to shake her hand to show his gratitude before retreating from the front door and heading on to the next house.

Miles continues questioning the neighborhood, finding three other people giving the same none answers as the first. As he heads back John is waiting for him.

[John]

“So what did you find out?”

[Miles]

"Oh, nothing you'd find interesting," he replies with a smile. He pauses a moment and then begins for real. "Just a little bit about the parents who disappeared. Toby reappeared about a year after that, too. None of the people coming into the house were familiar faces, you know, no high school friends or the like.”

[John]

“They never are.”

[Miles]

“Neighbors thought they were running some sort of internet company here."

[John]

“Yeah the techs found the computers.”

[Miles]

He looks around at who else is in the room with them. "None of the neighbors knew of the kids taking walks or the like. I was wondering why one of our suspects would have been walking onto the scene earlier, instead of driving in."

[John]

“There’s a SCAT station a few blocks away.” John pauses as techs move by with equipment, “So what do you think you could have gotten out the neighbors before hand?” The question is rhetorical as John continues, “You’d be luck if they knew how many people lived here.” His demeanor affable as he says, ”I used to be you ten years ago. I thought I had all the answers, knew all the procedures… But I was wrong when it came down to things like this.”

[Miles]

Being shooed out by the support teams and John seeming to be more interested in being "right" and the last to speak, Miles approaches his smokestack of a partner. "Ready to hit the road, I see?" He jangles the keys to the vehicle in his right hand as he leads the way back outside. He looks around quickly for Li, who makes his way out of the house just as Miles is looking.

"Turn up anything interesting?" he asks of Li after the man has buckled his seatbelt and the vehicle is moving.

[Li]

Looking up from a small note pad, Li turns to Miles, “Yeah, it looks like caught all the people that live in the house, although we think at least three other people sleep over on a semi-regular basis.”

*           *          *

Seeing that he is not needed and knowing that people better qualified to comb the house are he, Kevin departs the attic and heads down stairs. Along the way he catches up with Li who has finished ID'ing the bodies in the office. Techs are rummaging through the closet where their a number of computers.

[Li]

Walking up to Kevin, Li asks in a quiet voice, "Hey, Kevin, can I talk to you privately."

The pair move downstairs and outside. Once out of earshot of the others Li looks at Kevin with a stern eye, "Kevin what's wrong?" An awkward moment passes before Li explains, “You were second guessing yourself. The Kevin I knew would have clocked the perp in the den before he had a chance to rack his shot gun.”

*           *          *

Seeing that he is not needed and knowing that people better qualified to comb the house are he, Kevin departs the attic and heads down stairs. Along the way he catches up with Li who has finished ID'ing the bodies in the office. Techs are rummaging through the closet where their a number of computers.

[Li]

Walking up to Kevin, Li asks in a quiet voice, "Hey, Kevin, can I talk to you privately."

The pair move downstairs and outside. Once out of earshot of the others Li looks at Kevin with a stern eye, "Kevin what's wrong?" An awkward moment passes before Li explains, “You were second guessing yourself. The Kevin I knew would have clocked the perp in the den before he had a chance to rack his shot gun.”