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Angela nodded and wiped her eye in a cute child way. Ricky turned down the tunnel and about halfway there was a shaft for repairs of the city's sewer system. He turned down that and after a few tricky whips of the back end of the car they entered in a disused water main. The thing was huge, at least 25 meters across. After a few miles the passage dead ended at a small garage door. Ricky turned to Reaper. "Hey, how are we gonna get in Purgatory without the garage door opener?"

There was a rapping on the metal door at the front of the warehouse that JJ and his proposed team sat in. At the entrance stood Blake in one of his causal suits, his amusement filling his two different colored eyes.

He paused for a moment before he said in his thick Irish/Scottish accent, "When you're done with your little play group, I have business to discuss with you outside."

He turned and walked out the door as he said, "And you might want to find new help, they were a bit to pushy for their own good."

"Well let's just say they had a hard time arguing the point when their lips melted together," Blake said as the air a wavered in front of JJ's smoke for a moment before it burst to life, red at the tip.

"And if it isn't a regular meeting of the minds here," He said with a smirk as the wind whipped up suddenly. "Getting together your own little injustice league JJ? Seems a little bit above the radar for you, but if you think that's what will work for you in this town. Personally I find that in New York, things can be settled just as easily with a silencer in an alley, or gutting their skull with a butterfly knife while they sleep."

He paused for a moment before he said, "Then again I'm partial to burning my problems alive. I might be missing the finesse of this plan of yours."

"Some business, mostly pleasure," Blake said to JJ, "and I wouldn't have to kill them if they were more competent, when I say I'm one of the head of the Irish mafia and have business with and the first one questions it, fine. But when I gut him on the spot for insolence, you'd think the other would get the picture, especially after the last time. I know you can afford brighter help than those guys were."

Blake sighed as he said, "But anyway, we've had one of our meetings and our conglomerate would like to be expanding in some areas, areas which you do business in, and do it very well. We were looking to broker a few deals, sign a few contracts so as to dip out fingers into a wider net of profits."

"Now anyone could have been sent to talk to you about this, but I came because of that," he said as he pointed up. "That interests me, as does the increasing in happenings around this town. I'm getting bored with my current position to honest, not challenging enough, and there's no thrill when the only people who know you're powered are dead because they tried to kill you. Then people don't try anything new. If you don't mind, I might like to involve myself with your little team there. Not as a underling mind you, but as more a freelancer. It's been too long since I smelled the wonderful smell of melting super hero flesh."

"Aw Rick seriously I have to get out of the car? Man....."Reaper sighed opening the ca door he stepped out and walked to the door. He knocked hard in several different places. Then a swift hit to the center. He turned back and sat in the car. The door rose slowly revealing just a part of their sanctum. It was dimly lit and the only thing visible was the parking spot for their ride. They pulled in, Reaper helped Angela out of the car he held her up in on his left side." You know Ricky one of these days well have to finish the lift system for the car, it'll be awesome!" He laughed as he flipped several switches on a panel near the entrance and one by lights began to buzz and hum. Slowly Purgatory was revealed to be a well kept boiler room with basic cable, Three computers built from various parts, Three large chalk boards with strange jibberish written upon them in Reaper's and an unknown second handwriting. The floor was littered with pizza boxes, tools, and assorted crates all in all it gave a very welcoming sense about the place. "Sow hat do you think?" Reaper asked Angela pulling down his gas mask,"Oz! oh Oz where you at?" He turned looking around for a chair to set her down,"Rick clean of a chair for our guest, and not the one with my papers in it get Danny's chair."

Ricky grabbed a plain looking chair room a desk and set it down for Angela. She sat and her mouth gaped open as she looked at the strange sanctum. A cold chill blew in from one side of the room and a transparent man wearing a bowler hat and a black suit with a grey overcoat walked toward the three. "Victor my boy, welcome back. Ah, you brought a fine looking young lady with you." He took his hat off for her and placed it back on his head. "Detective Oswald Pennyroyal at your service young lady, but you can call me Oz."
Angela looked at him with wide eyes. "Are...you a ghost?"

"Arms dealing, influence peddling among other things," Blake said as he rubbed his fingers together. We provide the dough, and some of the man power to help, how shall we say, rocket your chosen fields of business to a even more successful bracket and we take a cut. We don't pretend to want to tell you how to do you business, you are the best in your area, but we see the potential for so much more business if properly focused, and why not be the ones to both help with and prosper from such an endeavor?"

"Still, you do not have to answer me now, and know that regardless of your decision concerning my fellow's offer, I still extend my offer to help with your little team. So sleep on it and give me your answer tomorrow."

Blake patted JJ on the shoulder before he walked into the warehouse as they were rattling off names and quickly realized what they were doing.

"How about 'The Horsemen'?" He said with a grin, "Ominous enough for you?"

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Tara sighed as she flipped open the first page of the journal. On it she found incredibly elegant cursive hand writing scrawled on the paper, proclaming: "This Journal Belongs to Kyle Charles Fhaytei. If ye should look in this book with intentions of malice, ye shall be cursed. Otherwise, ye are welcome to learn of my life, for I lived it so others might benefit."

Along the edges of the paper were scrawled runes in the same handwriting, as well as words in a language that's structure was completely foreign to her, though its closest likeness was Latin, for all she could tell. She flipped the pages to see that all the paper was outlined so and turned over the journal, tracing the spine as she did, finding more runes and magic carved into the leather along the borders of every side of the book.

She had a hunch and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open and striking the flint under the book, causing a flame to burn on the edge of the book. Though the flame danced across the binding the book did not catch flame, and when she touched it after putting away her lighter, it was still cool to the touch. She then whipped out a butterfly knife and jabbed it at the journal to find that the blade did not even scratch the leather outside.

"It seems that Kyle went to great lengths to see that this book remained immutable from any harm," Tara said as she put away her knife. "These etchings must have taken him a long time to transcribe along every page."

She paused for a moment before she asked Chamberlain, "Have you ever tried to read it?"