Freedom League (See More than Mortal thread for OOC and backstory)

[Sky Jade]

She was about to answer him when the five guys showed up out of nowhere. She took a couple of steps backwards in fright, speechless for a few seconds.

Oh, party crashers. Do you mind if I play now? I really don't think you're up for this little challenge.
Challenge? We've never been in this sistuation before.

Don't matter one bit. I want to play.
Fine.

Sinthia made a look like she was scaed and ran to hide in a nearby alley. She took a quick look around before dropping her backpac and shedded her clothes. She hated to do that, but the difference between her current form and Sin's form made clothing a problem. She took a deep breathe before releasing her self-control over Sin. Normally the transformation was painless, but this time was different for some reason.

Her scream of pain filled the air as she fell to her knees, though the change only took about five seconds. Blue eyes shifted to a crystal green. Long blonde hair turned to dark green hair whiched extended down to the curve of her shapely rear, with a pair of bat wings sprouting from the back of her head. Her bust increased from small A cup to a large D cup. Four inches were added to her hieght, making her 5'8" instead of 5'4". Her form took on a more sleeker and sexy look. Sin was gasping for breathe after the transformation as she tried to stand up, leaning against the dumpster for support.

"What the hell was that about? Never mind."

The spider birthmark had turned to a deep red against her now tannish colored skin. She frowned for a moment before she gathered a few shadows around her to clothe herself. A pair of thigh high leather boots wrapped around her slender legs. A short leather skirt wrapped around her midsection, stopping just above mid-thigh, with a pair of black cloth panties under them. A black collar wrapped around her slender throat, with two straps extanding downward into a black leather bikini covering her large chest. A pair of black leather sleeves covered her arms from the back of her hands, ringing around the base of her middle finders, to just abover the biceps. However, the right sleeve had been extended up to cover her birthmark. A leather eyepatch was formed to cover her right eye as well.

"Now then, let's play with the boys."

Her boots made a soft clicking on the concrete as she stepped out in time to see the five newcomers circling around the young reporter. She grinned and have a sharp whistle.

"Don't tell me you boys are going to leave a sexy woman just waiting around like that."

She grinned as the guys were focused on her for a moment. She showed her empty hands for a moment, turning them back and forth.

"I know that such hot-blooded guys as you couldn't possibly give up a chance to have your way with an innocent girl like myself, unless you guys are just gay."

Seeing the grim and angry looks on the guys faces, she knew she had them hooked. She let them move a little closer before suddenly gathering up the shadows in both of her hands, forming throwing knives that she quickly threw at them. They were more of a distraction technique, but two of them caught one of the thugs in his right arm, making him stagger backwards.

"You little bitch."

"Come on boys, see if you can handle me."

She grinned as the ran at her, anger burning in the eyes. She formed a large shield on her right arm, and a longsword in her left hand. She stepped backwards a bit as she used the shiled to fend off the bare-handed blows, striking out from time to time with her word.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Jack Burton and Columbia

Jack rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I know the whole sha-bang already, Shadow, give it a rest, will ya?" He looked over at Columbia, now in her civilian guise, who was seated at a computer reading the responding e-mails. 'You believe this guy?"

"Of course, Jack," she said not even bothering to turn around. "Be nice to the young man, it's not easy to live up to a legacy like that."

"Young...what are you talkin' about, Bea?" He shook his head, turning back to the phone, "Look, while I outta belt ya fer talkin' about Bea like that, she's fine. Which you know already, so quit playin'. Look, somebody's gunnin' fer all o' us an' anyone close t' us. I was attacked, had my truck blown out right from under me, Bea an' Lorelei were attacked, an'..." He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "...Tom's grandson, Tommy's dead. Murdered."

"Oh, no," the soft sound made Jack lift his head toward where Columbia was staring at a screen. "...two more, Jack. Johnny Lightning's grandson, Jason, and...oh...poor Molly."

"Son of a...." Jack spoke into the receiver again, "More bodies pilin' up, one o' Johnny Lightning's grandkids, an' Molly Malone. This is gettin' serious. I ain't gonna say you don' have your own stuff t' do or ya can't take care o' yourself...but all Ol' Jack knows is we got a lot better chance workin' together on this one."

Perhaps it'd be safer for him. The old fool. But who would be targeted here? Lamont was long dead, and the monastery of mystic tibet was unassailable. If it was even a part of this world.

"Not to sound rude or fail to show proper care, but really? how surprising. If they're willing to stare death and the very fabric of evil intent in the face and assault me on my doorstep, If they will blow up your truck and attempt even so much as attempt to mar your lady liberty, then they will of course target those who haven't been doing their jobs. Need I remind you that those who let the mantle fall and shoveled the workload of protecting society onto us made the choice to leave themselves defenseless like that." Heinrich gripped the bridge of his nose, unconsciously mirroring the older man, hundreds of miles away. His voice softened the edge of the dark fading from it, and the barest hint of German accent flowing into his words, leaving them ragged and mortal sounding. "Trust me I grieve and their deaths will be avenged, those guilty will be punished Jack Burton, don't doubt me of that. I will do my job, but sympathy for the fallen isn't a luxury our kind receives. " his teeth gritted and ground for a moment. "If you want to meet tell me at least where you are. I'll have to see about a plane and a cover story after all I am a fop who was just shot at and received a concussion."

 

[Armphid]

Sin

As the battle raged, the young web journalist shrank to the wall, watching with wide eyes. "Holy..." He gasped as the busty young woman's shadow powers lashed out, "That's like...the Dark Shadow..."

He fumbled for his camera. He had to capture this footage. Then he could compare it to the old newsreels he had and see if it was the same or he was just imagining it.

One of the thugs, who apparently was keeping on mission, roared a bestial challenge, and charged him with a fireman's ax held in his hands. Jeff had the camera out in one hand as the man closed in, bellowing in triumph. The sound suddenly broke off and became a high pitched squeal as the young man, with a startling speed and agility, kicked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk, then caught and threw in into the man's groin in one smooth motion. Hard enough for the glass to break.

His grandfather had taught him a few things, after all. He clicked the camera on, lifting it to film Sin's battle.

~~~~~​

Jack Burton and Columbia

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jack replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "How dare those kids get killed, huh? What the hell were they thinking, being victims? Just like every girl asks for it, right, Shadow? I shoulda known better than t-Hey! Bea!"

There was the sound of the phone lifting, and Columbia's voice came through. "If you want to meet us, Shadow, we're at the old headquarters. I understand if you'd rather not. I hope you are all right, and that your injuries aren't severe." Her face was lined with care, and for a moment, she looked much older, close to her actual age. Then it was gone, and she sighed. "Whatever you decide, please stay safe."

~~~~~​

Fafnir

Fafnir looked at her, her tear streaked face, then stepped in and hugged her to him. "Of course I believe you, my dear girl. I know you vuld never mean to do such a thing."

Her head was against his shoulder, and he took the moment to let the smile inside reach his face. Ahhhh...sooo wonderful! This moment was sweet indeed. He would savor it for years to come. And now, to make her truly his.

"I am your friend, Morgana. I vuld never turn you avay as others have done. Even your own mother. But I am here for you. Now, and always."

He looked down at her, into her eyes. "Your mother vill see her error in time, I am sure. But you, Morgana, now the need for justice is even greater. In doing justice to your grandfather, you vill redeem yourself, my child."

~~~~~​

Hurricane and Lorelei

Luke and Lorelei came up into the room where the older heroes were working. He paused before entering, looking back at Celyn. There was some serious tension in there. He could hear Columbia speaking on the phone, and Jack muttering to himself.

He looked over at the gorgeous Welsh girl. "...Sounds pretty rough in there. Think we should bother them?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I just don't understand-" Morgana trailed off as she buried her head into her only friend's shoulder, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. She couldn't cry anymore. It hurt to cry, to let so many people hurt her. She was trying so hard to restore her family's honor, to make her grandfather proud, to get the revenge due for his life's pain. Instead, she only seemed to be making the pain worse... Why?

His accented words rested warmly in her ears, Morrie's chest relieved of some of the pain that had come to reside there. She believed him, knew that she could trust him. He was her ally, the only one who seemed to understand her.

"I know you're here, mister Fafnir. And I thank you for that. I hope that I don't do anything to make you lose your faith in me, sir. You're really the only one I have left... I don't want to be alone." She bit her lip lightly as she looked up at him, nodding at his comment on her path. "I'll make her see, make her understand that it's all for grandfather. She never liked him talking to me about my powers... but I can't hide them. I won't be hidden away like they made him hide away...."

She reached into her posket, taking out the list he had given her before. "The next name... Who are they?"

 

[Sky Jade]

I think they are really serious about killing that boy.
Really sister? Is it that obvious to you? Did you want me to just slap them silly?
But we can't kill them. I know we have never done this before.
There's always a first for everything. Besides, this isn't the time to argue over this.

Despite the distraction of the arguement, Sin continued to fend off the attacks. She smirked as her own throwing daggers were thrown back at her. One struck her shield and bounced off while the second one just missed her left cheek, grazing enough to draw blood. She licked her lips as some blood trickled onto her lips.

"Mmm..Don't I taste good. Nice try though. It's my turn now."

Her statement must have thrown the assasins off balance for a moment with her actions. They focused on her more, forming a semicircle a few feet from her. They advanced towards her slowly, holding their weapons ready.

She leaped back a bit, throwing her sword at them like a top. Testing her powers a little, she wiggled her fingers for a moment. The sword enlongated long enough to cover the area the five occupied, crossing through them at waist level. She dropped her shield and clapped her hands together, her shadow armor and weaponary disappearing. She blew a kiss to Jeff for a moment before disappearing back into the alleyway.

 

[HookerBoots]

She leaned against the door, her face pensive. "We probably could, but I don't know that we want to." Listening to the rise and fall of voices behind the closed door, Celyn tapped her heel on the floor. They might be upset over being disturbed, but . . . "Standing out here isn't getting us anywhere, and they did want us to look over these files, knowing that neither of us have much background in it."

Stripping off one glove, she pressed her palm to the scanner on the wall, tugging the glove back on as the door slid open. "We've got some files," she said softly as she walked through the open door.

Jack looked up from his scowl, and Columbia waved them in without hanging up the phone. "Okay, yes . . . I understand." The dark-haired woman nodded along with whoever she was talking to.

"Yeah, set 'em down over here," Jack said, standing and stretching. He looked at the younger two speculatively. "Didn't give ya any trouble, did he?"

Celyn scoffed. "Of course not. We've got a coffee date," she said as she looked back at him. "Don't look so surprised, Jack. He's nice."

 

[Armphid]

Jack Burton, Columbia, Hurricane, and Lorelei

Jack snorted, "Don't let 'im fool ya, kid. He's nothin' but trouble. Ol' Jack's seen his kind before."

"Every time you look in the mirror, no doubt," Columbia commented. "He deserves a chance, Jack."

"Yeah, ta stab us in the back." Jack shrugged, pushing a few of the file folders around. "Looks like ya got a lot of suspects."

Luke, his hands clenched into tight fists below the level of the table, responded in the voice of a man whose patience is wearing thin, "All of these are people my grandfather or father associated with and who the League fought in their time. Maybe instead of edging your way toward an ass kicking you deserve, Burton, you should look through them and see if anything rings a bell." He smirked, "You can read, right?"

"You little son of a bitch!" Jack kicked the table away, coming to his feet, "You've had this comin' since th' day you were born, kid!"

Columbia was between them in a flash, suddenly in her true form again, a hand on each man's chest. She fixed them both with an imperious stare, one that neither man could hold for very long before looking away. "That's more than enough, from both of you." She turned her head to look at Jack, "Please, Jack. I know why you're really doing this. It doesn't do you or him any good. He wouldn't want you to do this." Her eternal gaze then fixed Luke, "And don't feel like you don't have allies or are unwanted here. We have not decided against you already. Only you can make what you are afraid we think true."

Luke flinched at her words. How did she know...well, it might not matter. She was right. "All right. I know, we've got bigger things right now than him and me." Though once this was over, he and that old man were going to go round and round.

Some of the folders had become scattered about on the table when it was so violently shoved aside. They were no longer in the order Luke and Celyn had put them in. On top was one whose tab read "Thorsvald, Heinrich."

~~~~~​

Fafnir

"That is the way, Morgana." He smiled, in a comforting way, but one that held the barest sliver of his malicious glee at the thought of what she would do now, as well as at the truth the ignorant girl would learn only too late. "Our justice will bring you peace, as will the pain of others. The pain of those who deserve it."

The next one. "The next target is a young man named...Jeff Johns." This one would be good. Out of the many targets, this one would know exactly who he was when he came for him. "He is the grandson of another teammate of your grandfather's, who like him, was a reserve member of the Freedom League. The Minuteman."

He raised a hand, "...If you are ready, dear girl, I vill take us to him. But only if you are prepared. I do not vish to strain you in this terrible time."

 

[HookerBoots]

Celyn rolled her eyes. Men. But she smiled tightly at Jack. "You know, I've heard people call me 'nothing but trouble' before, Jack." Her grandmother, for one, and hadn't that stung when she'd heard it. "Doesn't mean a whole lot unless there's some evidence to support it. Innocent til proven guilty, like I keep hearing all the Yanks on TV say."

Hopping up to sit on the table, she tried to get the folders back into a pile. "Not what we need to be talking about now anyway, innit? These are the ones we've found so far, don't know if any of them are any good."

Columbia looked at the stack, her eyes assessing. "Good job. This is a great start." Her gaze shifted to Jack. "Since I should probably make the rest of the phone calls, Jack, you get to look through them." He opened his mouth to protest, and she raised one eyebrow. "Make sure you pull out all the ones with mind control powers, and . . . well, you know what to do, Jack."

The older man snorted again, grabbing the top file with two fingers. "Yeah, I know what to do." He scanned the first page and shook his head. "Thorsvald. 'Member him, Bea? That bastard was crazy." Glancing up at Luke, his eyes narrowed. "Had the original Hurricane as one of his lackeys. Always liked bein' around the psychos."

 

[Wyldfire]

She'd arrived too late. Too late to save the older man she'd been shown. In certain cases Heather had been able to get a feel of what the case was about, and this time she had the feeling of age. But they knew that already. This was an old grudge being held against legacies, and whoever it was that was behind it wasn't entirely a legacy.

"I'm not up to this alone," she muttered to herself, "I'm going to have to get involved with others. Just what I need."

A name crossed her mind and she almost shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to have to work with him but she was afraid he was her best option. It was time to contact the Shadow.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Jeff Johns," Morgana repeated, looking to her own hands for a moment as she sat upon the edge of the bed. They seemed rougher than usual, paler than she remembered.

She hadn't slept very much since meeting Mister Fafnir, and the idea of even attempting to try was the furthest thing from her mind. There was no point to it, she had deemed. If she got tired, she would simply re-energize herself the one way she had always felt so hesitant to do before; the thing so many parents told their kids not to do at young ages... She'd play with the electrical socket. The wisest idea? Probably not, but it worked well enough. She hadn't had to do that very much, however. The little trips that Mister Fafnir took her on did well enough to keep her alert and recharged, even if at first she was hesitant on the idea.

Her mind was sure of it now, this was all in the name of her grandfather. She hadn't intended for anyone to be killed, but sometimes there were sacrifices to be made... and unfortunately, it was sacrifices of her own that happened.

"That name's familiar," She suddenly blurted out, looking up at him as her fingers continued to dance in the air. "Minuteman.... Grandfather had said that a few times. That they... were friends...." She gave a light huff with that, curling her fingers into a fist. "I don't believe that at all. I'm ready to go whenever you are, sir."

 

[Armphid]

Sin

Jeff stared at the carnage before him. That girl...she'd ripped these men open! The streets and sidewalks were covered in viscera and blood. The approaching sirens told him that someone had called 911...but that wouldn't help some of these guys. Maybe not even most of them. Or any.

He was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. He should go after her. See if she meant to do this. ...And what if she did? He couldn't bring someone like that down. I mean...his grandfather had trained him, yeah, but...he'd never really had to...

Shit.

"Hey, wait!" Jeff ran down the alley that Sin had vanished into. "Dark Shadow! Wait, I want to talk to you!"

God damn, was he ever an idiot.

~~~~~​

Jack Burton, Columbia, Hurricane, and Lorelei

Luke's hands curled into fists again, his face dark, but he said nothing as Jack smirked. It was an obvious bait. He wasn't going to take it. No matter how much he wanted to. "So, he's a candidate then," he managed through clenched teeth. "Do you think we should look into him?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't think so. Marvolo ended up cutting him off from whatever th' hell gave him his magic, an' he was put in the slammer back in...'46?" He pursed his lips, thinking a moment. "Yeah. He got out once or twice, but got put back in...can't remember who caught him then, but it wasn't us." The burly trucker flipped through the file. "...Doesn't say here either. The name's smudged or something...did you spill crap on our files, Kid Psycho?"

A whirlwind flared to life around Luke's right hand, dying almost immediately. "No, I didn't. Anything that's there was there already. Maybe if you stored them better, or had digital versions, that kind of thing wouldn't happen."

"Pfft. Whatever. Anyway." Jack flipped the file closed. "Guy's almost 90 years old an' dyin' of cancer. He ain't no threat."

Luke grabbed the file, "Your detective skills are staggering," he said dryly. "I"m going to call Ryker's and check it out. If he really is dying...I can't imagine he wouldn't want to take a few enemies with him."

~~~~~​

Fafnir

Perfect.

She was so scared of facing her feelings, of confronting her actions, that she would not rest. Which made her very suggestible. Not to mention frayed her already jangling nerves ever further. Soon now. She'd kill, accidentally most likely, but with fatigue her control would slip. And once she'd murdered, willing and knowingly, then she'd be his. Forever.

"Your dedication to justice, and to your grandfather's cause is noble, Morgana." He held out a hand to her, the frothy, bloody light flaring to life in the dingy hotel room, "Take my hand, and ve are there!"

The two appeared in a dark alley. The air was full of the sounds of sirens, cops and EMTs shouting orders, and onlookers gasping and retching. Fafnir walked away from the sounds, pointing at an alley. "He is there, and coming this way. Be careful, Seid. This one is a bit more...potentially...dangerous than the others."

 

[Sky Jade]

Sin had stopped behind the dumpster and reached down to pick up their backpack when she heard Jeff yelling at her.

Did he just call me Dark Shadow? Who is that?
I dunno, maybe we should ask him.
Maybe I will.

She released the backpack back to where it was hidden, straightening up. She stepped out to where she could see him coming down the alleyway. She placed her hands on her slender hips and tapped a foot softly.

"Who are you calling Dark Shadow? Who is that anyways? My name is Sin."

She frowned for a moment as she felt a shiver run along her spine. She shifted to glance further down the alleyway, trying to shake the feeling they weren't alone. She frowned and glanced back towards Jeff.

 

[Armphid]

Sin

Homina, homina, homina. This was SUCH a bad idea. But...damn if this Sin girl wasn't absolutely gorgeous. At least he'd die happy. Wait, no. No, wrong train of thought.

Jeff shrugged, "Well, I thought you might be the new Dark Shadow...or at least knew of the first one. She was a super in WWII, for the Japanese, she had darkness powers exactly the ones you were using back there."

He flexed his fingers a bit, almost sweating. "There's also...I wanted to talk to you because...you...those men tried to kill me. And you saved me, so I wanted to thank you. I really owe you one. But...that last attack probably killed a few of them." God, he was so screwed. She was going to gut him like a trout. Fuck him and his conscience! Couldn't just walk away and live another day, could you? "Was...was that an accident? Or was in intentional?"

Then he noted her backward glance, "Is something wrong?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Celyn shook her head. Men. Boys. Males. "Jack, we can't leave any lead unexplored. And . . . if he's a super, who knows how long he could live, even with cancer." Looking at where Columbia was picking up the phone again, she bit her lower lip. "How many phone lines do you have here?"

Jack shrugged. "At least three - it's been a while since we had the whole switchboard lit up."

She nodded, and turned to Luke, then paused. "Do we have a phone book here? I don't think Luke's got the number for Ryker's memorized."

"You sure about that?"

Her look was penetrating. "Jack, if you don't stop that, I'm going to set my voice to stun and leave you on the floor for an hour. He's done nothing wrong so far, and your picking at him is irritating to everyone, not just him."

The dark look he gave her was a little frightening, but she stood her ground. "Don't threaten me, little girl."

"Don't make it so tempting. Now, the phone book?"

 

[Armphid]

Jack Burton, Columbia, Hurricane, and Lorelei

Jack shrugged, pointing to a shelf, "Over there, Songbird. You bein' all tough an' Girl Powery, you can get it yourself, right?"

Luke was already moving, grabbing the old book from the shelf and looking at it. "...1984...Well, it probably hasn't changed..." Jesus, Mary, and the donkey they rode in on. He knew the team had been disbanded in '84 and hadn't been active since then, but...still.

It took a while, but after a bit he found the number. "Anyone want to sit in on this call?"

Columbia paused in her soft speaking, "Put in on speaker, Luke. I don't know that I'll want to add anything, but I'd like to hear it. I remember Thorsvald very well...and even at this age, I still think he'd dangerous."

"Yes, ma'am." It took him a longer to figure out how to do that with this old system. "Okay, I think that's it...let's talk to the pi..police, I mean." Old habits. He did feel a bit chagrined, but...eh. It wasn't like any of them here hadn't heard it before.

"Thank you for calling Riker's Island. If you are calling to report a crime, please hang up and dial 911. If you are calling about visiting hours..." Luke groaned, as did everyone in the room but Columbia. Slowly, torturously, the cheery automated voice recounted all the various options, until, "...If you are a law enforcement official with an inquiry, please press 9." Luke hit the button, "Thank you. One moment please."

"What the hell are you doin'?" Jack was looking at the would-be hero like he'd just grown horns. "You ain't a cop."

"I know, I'm not dumb enough. Just keep quiet, huh?"

The line picked up, "Sergeant Manetti. What can we do for you?"

Luke shrugged, not that the other man could see it, "Detective Juarez, MCU. We got a tip that a few friends of one of the old depowered perps you guys have might be looking to break him out, and we wanted to give you a heads up and check in on the guy."

There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line. "What's the name?"

"Thorsvald, Heinrich."

Manetti sighed, "Jesus...you guys over there keep everything so quiet. Well, thanks for the tip-off, only problem is you're too late."

Luke's eyes went wide and then narrows. "Tell me about it, Sergeant. Don't leave anything out."

"Report an' the video feed should be on it's way to you guys already. But...he had a visitor a few weeks ago, some slick attorney. We didn't think anything about it. Five days ago, we do roll call in the morning before moving his block to breakfast, he don't answer. So we check the cell, and he's gone. Like he was never there." There was the sound of papers being shuffled, "Uhh...the watch commander looked at what the old guy did the day before. He made a phone call, first one he'd made in 17 years, nothing else suspicious. The Warden got the footage, an he says that midnight the day he vanished, that lawyer just walks up to the perp's cell door and knocks on it. They have a little conversation, guy just opens the door an' lets him out."

Luke frowned, "He didn't pick the lock or blow it or anything?"

"No! Just grabbed hold and pulled it open like it wasn't locked at all! Systems been checked over three times, and that door was never unlocked according to us. 'Course there was no way that lawyer should've been there either."

"No, of course not. Anything else?"

"Yeah, but you won't believe it." Manetti's voice quieted a bit, though it was more intense as he passed on what he obviously believed to be something of great importance. "Old guy can barely walk out of his cell, but once he's outside...they shake hands? And suddenly, he's young again. Like the pictures in his file from when he was first put away in the '40's. Then they both just...pfft! Vanished."

Luke saw Columbia holding up a pad of paper that had an e-mail address on it. He nodded, "You guys sent this up the chain to Federal right?"

"Huh? Why would we have to do that?"

The young man feigned a groan, then spoke in a very precise, rapid tone."Sergeant, I didn't hear that and you never said it if you don't want your ass busted back down. Here, e-mail the report and video to...fl2008@columbia.net. If we're lucky they won't have noticed they didn't get it yet."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Look, sorry, but I didn't-"

"Sergeant. We never had that part of this conversation, all right? I've got to get on this. Later." And Luke hung up, the speaker on the phone briefly hiccuping as the line cut off. He sat there a moment. "...Well. Sounds like we might have our scumbag, doesn't it?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Jack's face was flush, with anger or embarrassment Celyn couldn't tell. "Yeah, well, it's not sure, even if it is suspicious."

Columbia scoffed. "Jack, let it go. If Thorsvald is out, and has his powers back, we've got bigger problems than your hurt ego. And it's more than likely that he's been behind all of this, you know that."

There was a moment where they both stared at each other, and then he looked away. "Yeah, we've got bigger problems. So how's the phone tree coming, Bea?"

Celyn snorted, and then held up her hands when they both looked at her. "Didn't say anything. So, what should Luke and I do to help?"