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"I want Auntie Maria." Angela said with a sour expression.
"Speaking of that I haven't really spoken to her since the art expo thing. Man that was a messed up day. Oz comfort her please while i get her a muffin or something" He said as he hopped the stairs and looked back at her.
((God he's an a*****e))

Lance bumbled in to her office in a sweat it was clear he ran,"Yes ma'am?"

"I'm not hungry! I want AUNTIE!!!" Angela screamed. Oz bent down to comfort her but failed utterly. Eight year old girl were not his forte. "Come on little lady. Don't cry!" Reaper came back with two apples He sat one down beside her and went back to the chalkboard starring at the clusster," I'll take you to your aunt after we're done her Angela."

Tara quickly pulled out high tech looking phone and spoke into it. "Tinker this is Nercopotence, I need a wire to Mystic as soon as possible. Over."

"Being routed now," the phone said in a mechanical voice. Tara sat the device down on the floor and twisted the top in a odd angle and stepped back.

And image flickered and and a woman in her late twenties, cream skin and long fuchsia colored hair pulled into many pony tails and held by metal circlets with etchings and many old symbols on them. She would other similar jewelry on her body. Which gave the appearance as if they were there for more than just looking pretty. Her clothes were simple cloths wrappings that covered her main body and had cloth draping from her waist in the back and front, leaving her arms and legs bare.
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"Spartan and I have just finished our current mission, so I can talk," Mystic said for before she was cut off and the image flickered and faded into a image of Tinker with an unhappy look on her face.

"Sorry for this interruption you two, but ew just had a intrusion by a technomancer. All files, or at least 99% of them are secure, I have yet to find out exactly what he or she took, but they didn't get much before I pulled the plug. I have COM up, but the data stores and will be out of commission for a few hours still. So any info you want I will have to personal nab from the powers that be the moment you need it until then. Also, until further notice, all COM transmissions are under heavy encrytion, code is to be used if discussing anything of importance to the team and languages will be scrambled following the algorythm that i have set up and sent to your com device, scan your implant with it and you will be able to understand what is coming out if you can't already keep up in your case Necropotence."

Tara blinked a few times before she said, "Anything else Tinker?"

"Not for now, over and out, i have work to do."

The image flicker back to Mystic, whom had annoyed look on her face. When she spoke, the first sentence was in Spanish, the second was in Russian.

"I'll translate since you don't have an implant," Tara said, and began speaking for Mystic only a few words behind.

"Another Techonmancer?" Mystic said, "Haven't those clowns learn not mess with Tinker yet? She's rather vengeful about people messing with her tech. Looks like we're going to have to deal with her hunting this one down too?"

"I suppose," Tara said after a few seconds. "But that's not why I called you"

"Oh?" Mystic said as she looked over at Chamberlain, a look of recognition on her face. "I suppose this has to do with him?"

"In a disconnected way," Tara said, "Your last name is Fhaytei yes?"

Mystic looked slightly taken aback at this as she responded, "I thought you were drunk that night. I'd actually hoped you didn't remember that conversation."

"So it is?" Tara said as she raised up the journal with the first page open to Kyle's greeting on the first page close enough for Mystic to read. "Then are you related to.."

"Kyle?" Mystic said as she interrupted Tara. "How have you come to own my older brother's journal? Mother and father have spent many years trying to find that."

"Kyle...was...your brother?" Tara said, almost choking on the words.

"Was?" Mystic said, "you knew of him and his death?"

"I was there."

"You lie."

"I do not."

"Who struck my brother down? Who had that kind of power?"

Tara paused for a long moment, considering her options, but decided truth was the best course.

"I was, there was an argument between us, a rather violent one over some very serious things. It ended with me killing him. I could not be more sorry, I assure you."

Mystic's face seemed a array of emotions as she seemed to not be able to decide how she felt about this revelation. Then, as if possessing some window into Tara soul said, "You....you mean what you say."

Then there was silence for a few minutes as Mystic's gaze seemed to judge Tara before she said, "You were the one he spoke of for the two years before he died when he spoke of a true love weren't you? You have to be. So why then, did you kill him?"

"It is a long story Mystic, and one that I do not wish to recount again very soon."

"Mmm, so you told Mr. Chamberlain did you?"

Tara's eyebrow cocked at this as she gave a side glance at Chamberlain.

"Oh yes, I know about Chamberlain. He has not met me, nor I him, but brother spoke of him fairly regularly for man years, and I saw him in passing one of the few times Kyle brought him to the estate."

"That is fine, but I hold you to a promise that you will tell me one day, it is only right."

Tara nodded as a smile crossed Mystic's face and she said, "I suppose this means young Kyle and Elizabeth are my brother's children then? Their age is right."

Tara nodded again, to which Mystic smiled wider. "Then that greatly explains Nix's strange interweaving of magic and mutation. It seems some of my brother's natural affinity for magical greatness bled through into his genes."

"That is something we wanted to talk to you about. When I...killed him, Kyle did not have use of his powers, to my knowledge. Do you know how that could have happened?"

Mystic nodded as she said, "I know of many ways, but few of them were possible when concerning Kyle as they generally required many mages of equal power or few of greater to the victim for them to work. Even fewer of the remaining possibilities are probable, or I can say for sure did not happen, for every mage on the earth would have felt it if he had done such things."

She paused for a moment before she said, "There is one thing though. Very infrequently mind you, he seemed to have dealings with a fairly estranged group of people. They seemed the super hero kind of people, yet I have never heard of them or seen them doing anything in memory. Yet Kyle was always different around them, in a way I had only seen him act when he was younger, to much more experienced or powerful beings."

Mystic actually shivered at that moment as she said, "The one that seemed to speak for them and who I most often saw my brother speak with, even though I was young I could see it in him, feel it on him and it soaked into your bones like it permeated from his very being."

"What?"

"Power, more power than you could possibly imagine, enough to make Kyle act like he was when he was five, speaking to father. When he moved it was with such grace and fortitude you could tell it was nothing to him, and as if he was not afraid of anything."

The last time I spoke with Kyle about him he said to think nothing of it, but the last time I saw them speaking I was strong enough that I tried to touch the man's mind. I tell you his mind was like an entire galaxy, his will power an impenetrable wall, his thoughts more vast than I think humanly possible. This man was something no mortal can possible comprehend. What my brother was doing speaking with him and others of his ilk is beyond me."

She paused and said, "If you would look anywhere for the possible cause of Kyle's powers disappearing, look for that man, for he is the only thing I think with the amount of raw power to sever Kyle's link to the arcane. We are close to The Artist. I will make contact with her and Feral and project his image into mind so she may draw him with her powers and show him to you. Then, the next time I meet with you I can perform a spell to allow you to peer upon my memories."

Tara let out a long breath as she asked Chamberlain, "Anything you can think to ask her?"

Danny's cellphone rang some sort of Hothorn Heights tune and he answered it. "Yeah...no I'm not...well it's not my fault....yeah...yeah I saw it...alright whatever. Bye." He hung up and turned to the Gentleman. "Can you drop me off at Le Grande Hotel?"

"Lance. The press outside? You know, the ones trying to get in and get a statement?" Maria said when she took the coffee from him.

Mainwhile Bullet was just racing through town for no real reason. He really needed to do something...