“The temptation to form premature theories upon insufficient data is the bane of our profession."
~Sherlock Holmes
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12:34PM, the London Eye

Three men were running past The Eye in London, one just ahead of the others and all three were dressed eccentrically. One wore a long coat and scarf despite in being the middle of summer, the fact that he was holding a cane and could run also drew more than a few query looks. Another man who was yet considerably shorter than his running mate was, while less bizarre in dress than his companion, drew upon the question of the wisdom of running in dress shoes. The third man, who none could really see due in part to a long tarred cloak was running nearly ten paces of them.

The man with the cane laughed heartedly and asked his companion "Nothing like midday jog, eh Henry?" His accent decidedly Scottish

I have to disagree, Fox." said Henry, a stalwart Brit "I much prefer the Hunt!"

"Oh! Care for first shot then?" asked Fox

"Well, if you insist." said Henry.

Henry reached into a pocket on the inside of his jacket and pulled out a gun. It was a curious thing for it looked like it belonged in some steampunk venture. With the same frame of a Flintlock it was just a little longer than a dagger. Whatever material it was made from made the whole thing as white a snow, and its metal gleamed in the sun with all the ferocity of burning fire. Engraved along the barrel are words Holmes Society.

Henry, while running lined up his shot with the runner's legs. He quickly calculated the speed of the runner, the bullet, his speed, the movement of the runner’s legs, and finally trigger delay. He held the gun down at the runner’s legs, waited approximately 47 seconds and fired two rounds, one at both of his legs. The runner yells loudly and falls to the ground. Blood already begins to wet the pavement.

Fox runs over to the fallen runner and places him in handcuffs, the metal of which seems to glow red.

"You are under arrest. I'd read you your rights but, well, let’s just say rights are a moot point now." said Fox to the runner

"You are Blind." said the runner "You are Blind. But soon Mr. Gluttony will begin his healing. Now Blind, soon Sight. Now Blind, soon Sight. Now Blind, soon Sight. Hahahahahahahaha!"

Fox looked at the man with an expression of revoltion upon his face. "Sigh. Henry, we got a nutcase! I think he's from the Gluttony sect of the Brotherhood."

"Search him. He killed 10 of those 15 prisoners before we reached the cave. So he'll have a clue or something on him. I need to contact Baker Street."

"Fine, fine. *sniff* Lets see what we got here." said Fox

Fox searched though the cultist’s robes, pulling out strange books and scrolls. He actually began to whistle while he worked. He eventually came across a scale, big as his hand, shiny green, and slightly translucent. His mind instantly unfocused itself and redirected its attention at the scale. His eyes seem to light up as he began to use various tools from both his pockets and the cultist's to inspect the scale. All the while Henry was having a conversation on the phone.

"Yes, I'll accept the fee...........................Hello, Head. Yea we got them, one crazy fudge killed all of his allies and more than half of the--- WHAT! You've got be kidding me! No. Really? Ritz Chips!" yelled Henry "Fox, grab the evidence and come on we got get back."

2:01, Society London HQ, Sub-Level 3, debriefing room 14

Katt, a tall muscular man in a business suit sat in chair across from Fox and Henry; he had his eyes closed and his hands resting over his top lip. Behind Katt was a picture from a paused video recording. It showed another human tree. If the notes left behind were anything to judge by, then this smaller human tree would link up with the big human tree in Africa.

This was both good and bad news. Good news in that it was now known that the mandala circles could not be completed without smaller nodes linking to the main one. The bad news was that it meant that the mandala was one step closer to completion.

Katt opened his eyes and said “Upon further inspection of the first tree’s cave we have found the tree to be exactly at 0 longitude, 0 latitude.”

“The center of the world.” Said Fox

“Exactly, I would like you two to use this information and the location of the London tree, to try and locate the next tree.” said Katt “Before it they succeed in making it.”

“Yes, Head!” said Henry and Fox at the same time.

Henry and Fox chose to leave the room at that time, it was 2:29PM and both had missed lunch. They stepped up to an elevator and pushed the up button.

“Care for some lunch, old chap?” asked Fox

“Hmm, oh yes. I actually would enjoy a nice bowl of seafood alfredo.” Answered Henry

“Say what you will, but I’d rather fancy a Colby Steak, with melted blue cheese and a light dusting of garlic.” Said Fox

“Where the bloody heck could we get that?” asked Henry

“Why, the The Baker Street Food Court of course!” said Fox heartedly

“Ah, yes. Been so long I nearly forgot about the old place. To Level 7 then?” asked Henry

“Aye, to Level 7” said Fox happily pressing the L7 button.

The apartment was well lit with the volume of the television only high enough for one person can hear if they were sitting on the rather plain couch sitting in front of it. In the adjacent just as plain dining room sat an young lady having what seems a one sided conversation.


"Hm mm... Yes, we will... Here in Chicago?... No, we don't need anything... I'm sure we'll be fine... And yes the information you gave should be enough... Yes... Thank you and good-bye" Becca clicks the slim silver cell phone with a flourish and a slight scowl on her face. She turns her head towards the young man watching what seems to be the news.

"What is it, Becca?" Benny asks not turning his head away from the television.


"Why do watch that insane blabber, Ben? It's not they say anything we don't already know" She asks with a slightly quirked eyebrow.


He laughs. "Because unlike you, I like to know what's going on even if it's repetitive and uninformative." He finishes with a huge smile and his head tilted towards his partner laughing slightly.

"You should also tell me what the phone call was all about" He adds before putting his attention back on the television.


"The London branch has apprehended a Brotherhood suspect from the Gluttony sect. They're getting brazen out there... That though is not why our branch called us. We are to set out for London after we take care of some leads here." She finishes with a sigh and rubs her face with her hands acting as though she's tired.

"I agree. They are getting a bit brazen... Emmmm... Leads, eh? I look forward to it. I'll get to packing my crap. London sounds fun. We haven't been to that branch yet. How fun." He stops talking as he stands and stretches his lean body into the air making his joints crack and pop.

"Get dressed Benny. We're going out" Becca directs towards the young man already in one of the adjoined bedrooms.


Benny peers around a nearby door jam. "Where?" He asks eyes slightly widened in curiosity.

She gives him her attention that was diverted from the news. "Apparently to a 789 West Cullerton Street. Our first clue points in that direction if I do say so." She smiles slightly at her partner still peering at her from behind the door but now with slightly narrowed eyes.


"They told you to watch the news, didn't they? You can't call it a lead if didn't you get yourself, you cheat." He accuses.

"A lead is a lead. Whatever gets us the man and the case solved. Though nothing seems to be enough for these Brotherhood jerks nowadays." She sighs and leaves the dining room pocketing the cell phone.

She walks gracefully to the front door grabbing her slim sneakers and slipping them her feet before slipping over to the young man's room. She lifts her hand and knocks lightly on the door.

Benny answers the door. "Not now. I'm not decent." He says slightly covering his bare chest in a mock show of modesty.

"Whatever, Benny. You're not my type. When you're done primping I'll be out front with a taxi waiting. Be sure to not to make me wait longer than fifteen minutes, please." She announces as she leaves the apartment with a sharp click of the front door.

"The silly girl forgot her wallet and gun. I guess I'll have to grab those along with mine."

Society Berlin HQ, Basement

The large room was brightly lit as giant unknown machines and weapons laid around either unfinished or in shelves, the room connected to it, but closed off by a curtain, was dim and had scattered books that were either opened or closed filled with loose papers, probably filled with notes, some parts of the floor were burnt with foreign symbols and circles, on the far side of the room another room that was connected that was lit with florescent light bulbs, this room had a steel bed, with counters filled with tubes and vials filled with strange liquid and tolls that a surgeon or mortician would have.

Morgana was in the 'Cold Room' as she called it, getting prepared for Dante's return with her subject. The automatic door that led to the basement door revealing Dante holding a black sack over his shoulder, "Morgue! I got the body!" Dante called out as he walked down the side steps. Morgana walked through the curtain and walked over to Dante, "It's about time." She said irritated, "The body probably isn't even fresh anymore because of your lagging."

Dante snorted, "Like you're one to talk, without me you would be out of the Society or better, dead." Dante laughed but was cut short when he got hit in the head with a wrench, Dante fell to the floor and the body bag following but falling on him in the process.

Morgana started bursting out laughing, "Morgue, you b***h! Get this damn body off me!" Morgana continued to laugh, "Serves you right! And even if I do die, I'm taking you with me." Morgana said as she went to pick up the body.

Rrriiiinnng Rrrriiinnngg

Morgana had half the body off of Dante when she looked over to the wall phone as it rang, Morgana dropped the body back onto Dante, "Oomph, Morgue!" Dante yelled from the floor as Morgana walked toward to the phone.

"Boston Morgue, how can I help you?" Morgana paused, "Really?" "Morgue, I swear when I get up I'm going to kill you with those poisons you have!" Dante said as he tried to lift the body, "Damn this body is heavy, why did it have to be a fat one?" "Dante! Shut up! I'm sorry sir you were saying?.....Yeah I heard, I was actually just about to check one of the new victims....Sure, but I can't leave some of my stuff alone....If it's clean by the time I get there then I have no problem...Okay sir, see you as soon as possible." Morgana said before she hung up.

"Who was that?" Dante said as he continued to struggle, "Katt." Morgana said as she just hoisted the body onto her shoulder, "And it's a fat one because of body composition. Idiot." Morgana said before she walked back into the 'Cold Room', "Oh, I almost forgot." Morgana said as she walked back out, "After I'm done looking this body through, we're leaving for London, so pack my things up so we can leave faster." Dante blanched, "What about my stuff!?" "What about it!?"Dante's faced redden with anger, picked up a nearby item and threw it at the wall causing it to crumble, to bad it was one of Dante's weapon that he just got done finishing.

"DAMN IT!!!"

A tall, powerful looking woman in an elegant and complex purple dress walked the streets of london, at her heels was a young boy dressed in black. The boy pranced around, hopping from one cobblestone to the next, and watching people pass by, enjoying the light show that only he could see.

Proffesor Krawl walked with a purpose. Her expensive heels making a loud clack as she stepped, the noise overpowering the everyday chatter. She had had a horrible train ride here, all because of some obscure law against warping into city limits without filling out a mountain of paper work, which required another mountain of paperwork to aquire. She hadn't the time for that!

As the duo marched through the city, the came to their destination. The main base of the Holmes Society. Elizabeth pushed the door open, barging in with Derek trailing quietly behind her.

"I've had a bad day." She said to the first official looking person she met, not caring who they were. "It would be in everyone's best interest if you contacted your superior and told them the Proffesor Krawl is here, and I need an escort to this Mandala that I came to see, and a soothing cup of tea."

((Thats what I came up with, I have an Oblivion addiction to satisfy. bye!))

Las Ramblas Barcelona

Two men leaned against a poll, one of them looked like an old man with a surprising vitality, the other a young sophisticated man who looked as if he was there on a modeling contract. "You just had to go and pick Spain didn't you?" Nicholas said crossing his arms. "Why what's wrong with Spain. I hear occult activities are numerous here." Arther replied grinning at some girls.

"You know damn well why you picked Spain, even though we don't speak a lick of Spanish." he replied looking annoyed. Arthur took off his bowler hat "I don't see why you're complaining, you're a killer with the ladies-"

"Yeah, which is why I guess you bring me along wherever you go, thinking it'll increase your already slim chances."

A woman passed by and tossed a 10 euro note into the bowler hat and looked at Nicholas intently. This was the 5th time today someone threw money into Arther's hat expecting Nicholas to do something. He put on his charm and gave her a fake look of reserved passion, and grabbed at the air and pretended to have a cigarette, which the imaginary cigarette was pulled from his lips he blew a puff of smoke in the shape of a heart into the air. The woman looked ecstatic and slowly pulled out a pen and paper and wrote her number down handing it to Nicholas and promptly left looking back as she went.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" Nicholas asked, "So you noticed?" Arther replied "At least we're making a buck while standing around like this." This seemed to annoy Nicholas, he didn't want to be reduced to an act on the street corner.

"So are you going to call her." Arthur asked, "Not likely." Nicholas said ripping the paper up, Arthur made a move at it and with a face showing slight horror "You could of given that to me!" he said.

"And risk having that girl alone with you? Not likely."

"Maybe I should stop bringing you along then."

"Really? Don't lie to me... I can't take that kind of disappointment." he said sarcastically.

Arthur took off his hat again and that very moment another beautiful lady walked up and threw a few bucks into it. Arthur grinned while Nicholas' silent rage, almost made him strangle him.

He did the same trick again, only this time a light fog filled with hearts surrounded the woman, as the smoke cleared and girl grin faded into a smile, she looked at where the men once stood and saw that they vanished. Confused and slightly dazed she walked on.
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underground passageway

"So that about 50 euro's we made and that only in 4 hours, I think that might be a record." Arthur said

"Can it."

"I still don't see why you don't go out with those women. You're wasting a gift."

"All those women care about is looks, I only use my 'gift' to get information and so far it seems like that's the only worthwhile use of it, instead of helping you get some pocket change."

"My God man, what are you saying?"

"I just believe that there is more to it than just looks. Unlike you."

"Such a waste."

"This coming from a man who thinks the internet is that best invention for the soul purpose of being able to download endless amounts of nude photos for free."

"Name one invention better than the internet."

"Literature."

"... Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"*sigh* fine, you win. Lets just go back, we still need to finish some work."

"Barely, *sigh* I wish we had just stayed in England."

Arthur and Nicholas walked through a door going up a stairway into a large room full of photos and various gadgets around which Arthur had invented. The moment they entered the phone rang, at which Arthur promptly asked Nicholas to answer.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

"Goodbye." he put the phone down and a grin appeared along his face.

"Pack your bags we're going home."

"But we are ho-"

"Can it! Pack your damn bags!"

Five Days later, 9:30AM, Society London HQ, members quarters, sub-level 9

All was quite in that underground apartment shared by Fox and Henry; it was almost peaceful in a way considering the torment of locating a secret base with nothing to go on. Papers and maps, astronomical tools, and thousands upon thousands of latitude/longitude coordinates were strew across the apartment.

A sleepy Fox was prowling the wilds of the refrigerator; he sees his prey; a half eaten sausage and egg samich. He reaches slowly for his prey when at that moment the phone rings. Surprised by the sudden noise Fox jerks up and hit his head on the refrigerator door. Giving out a yell he falls backwards on the floor. From somewhere deep in the apartment Henry yelles "Someone get the phone!"

Fox sprang backup and mouthed "Someone get the phone!" mockingly and got the phone.

"Hello. WHAT! Don't touch anything, we'll be right there!"

10:15AM, same day, Visitor's Level

"What was so drastically important that we had to come up here?" asked Henry

"Non-London members are coming at the request of Katt," said Fox "as valued investigators in the Sinweaver Case he wanted us to meet them."

Fox handed Henry some papers. "Here, names and current, err, last known locations."

"Christ!" yelled Henry, looking at the paper. "How are can all these people be getting here at the same time?"

"There not. Well, they are arriving today, but certainly not at the same time." answered Fox. "Ah, speak of the devils here comes a pair now."

Fox and Henry watched as a woman and her kid walked in. The woman stopped a visiting white collar and asked for Katt. The man cried said he had no idea who Katt was and left through the door screaming.

"She scares me." said Fox

"Yea, I heard about her. No one is willing approaches her, bad things happen. I think her name is Krawl. Now go approach her."

"Eh? But you said no one is willing approach her because bad things happen!" cried Fox

"Well your not willing are you?" asked Henry, pushing Fox into Krawl's path.

Well, now that, that is sorted out. I'd better see if anymore are on the way. thought Henry.

At that moment the door opened.

Society London, HQ, 10:16 A.M.

Dante was walking down the hall of the Society in London with Morgana on his back, like always, with a very irritated look. "Why is it that when ever we go far whether it be another country or a mile that I have to carry you?" Dante said as he adjusted Morgana.

"Because you are my assistant and dog so you need to listen to me," Morgana said with a smile that turned into a fierce and scary smirk, "But if you ever do that again I will kill you with your own weapons." Morgana threatened, she was so not going to let Dante get away with his act at the airport.

Dante laughed, "Yea but it woke you up." Morgana pulled his ponytail and got a yelp as a response, "You're not suppose to drop someone on concrete to wake them up!" Dante sighed, "Whatever, it still woke you up since you had to introduce us." Morgana flared, "You could of done that yourself!" Dante shrugged, "Yes but you did say that you were superior compared to me."

"And I am, so you should show respect to your superiors." Morgana said as she pulled Dante's ponytail again, "But I'm older than you so you should respect me." Morgana scuffed, "Not until you respect me." Dante sighed knowing he wasn't going to win, "Whatever," Dante looked in front of him and saw the door leading to the Visitor's Room.

"Well any way we're here so I think it would be wise if you get off." "Why? You embras--" Morgana was cut off when she suddenly fell and landed on her butt, "Dante..." Morgana said slow and deadly and just when the door opened, Morgana grabbed the back of Dante's shirt and his right arm and threw him across the room, barely missing Henry, grabs the modified CZ-USA P07 Duty .40 at her waist and waited for Dante to land.

Dante didn't know what happened but notices that he was flying, he lands but does a back flip and lands on his back and at that moment Morgana shoots between his legs barely missing Dante's junk, "I told you I would kill you with your own weapon!" Morgana called out.

Dante gets up and sees the bullet hole and sweats a little, "You missed!" "That was on purpose!" Morgan flips the gun so that she was hold the barrel of the gun and throws it at Dante leading to him getting hit in the head with the butt of the gun, "But that wasn't." Morgana finished and walked toward Henry, "Name's Morgana, nice to meet you." Morgana said nonchalantly and brings out her hand for a formal handshake.

Just outside of London Society HQ, 10:27am



"Hey Becs! How far until we're there?" Benny asks walking down the slightly busy street a good five to ten feet behind his partner, who's giving of the air of being angry.

She stops walking suddenly snapping her head towards her partner and delivering him a death glare that could seriously stop a man in his tracks. It does, Benny stops in his tracks with a bewildered look on his face.


"Benny, for the sake of our partnership and dare I say friendship you will not call me Becs, again. Secondly, You will find out when we get there, if we're there. And lastly before you ask I am angry and it would be in your best interest if you didn't talk anymore until spoken to." She finishes with a flourish and swiftly continues walking in their original direction.

"Yes, ma'am!" Benny finally gets out through his shock after Becca's small speech. He shakes off his shock and quickly jogs up beside his partner who's still fuming.

After awhile of traveling through busy London they walk through what the outside looks like a nearly decrepit building, but on the inside is very clean nearly sterile modern looking office lobby.

Becca let's loose a small breathe of air before taking in her surroundings. First thing she notices a fairly good sized bullet hole in the middle of the immaculate marble floors. Involuntarily one of her eyebrows raise up behind her bangs in amazement.


"Benny?" She calls out to her partner in a semi-soft questioning voice.


"Yeah, Becs?" He answers her with a big grin.


Something inside her snapped. Seems it was her self-control. She rips her small issued Society handgun out of her holster situated on and near her ribcage. She situates it in between the eyes of her still smiling partner.

"I said don't call me that if you valued your life, didn't I? Now, all I wanted to do was show you this hole in the ground that was apparently made with a decent gun... Go, on look, Bens" She threatens in a low voice with the same death glare from before. She puts away her gun before Benny makes a move of one muscle.


"Wow! Jeez, Becca, if I had known it would have been that easy to get a rise out of you I would have done started calling you that sooner. It would have probably saved me a bruise or two in the past. And yes, I did notice that very nice and might I say attractive bullet hole in the ground in the marble." He finishes with a big smile and a slight laugh to his voice still peering at the bullet hole.


"Attractive? I think not. It ruins this... What looks like really fine Italian marble. Breaks up the fine marbling pattern in the stone and drags the eyes to it. Besides that... I wonder who we'd have to talk with to get to Katt?" Becca says while scanning the room her eyes falling on small group of people. Most of all what looks like a slightly older woman in an extensive but, beautiful purple dress with a small young boy slightly behind her.


"I believe, Benny, my answer is over there." Becca answers her own question with a smile and begins her way over the small group of people.


"This had better legit, Becca. Last time you said we had leads, they turned out to be a falsehood." He throws back at her. For which she laughs at him before answering him.

"I'm pretty sure, Benny. You don't recognize the pair over there?" She laughs pointing at said pair.

"Holy cheese biscuits, Becca! It's Professor Krawl! We haven't seen her or Derek since... Only those cheese biscuits would know since!" He finishes with a big smile on his face.

Society London 10:35 A.M

"You know I'd really wish you'd stop that." Arthur said lugging around a huge bag that seemed to weigh as much as him without much difficulty. "Doing what?" Nicholas said counting money. He had a smaller bag that looked liked something a normal person would be pulling around. "Pickpocketing everyone we walk by." Arthur replied.

"And I'd really wish you'd stop selling me out as a busker every time we stop, but you still do it *licks thumb*, one hundred and ten, one hundred and twenty." he said smiling. "Good to be back home."

"Not my home." said Arthur.

"Whatever Arthur, you believe whatever you want." Nicholas stopped when he saw a bullet hole in the ground, "Did something happen here?" he asked. "What happen?" said Arthur. "There's a bullet hole, it's kinda hard to miss."

"Probably nothing."

"Well how do you know?"

"First of all there are no other bullet holes, suggesting that this wasn't a scene of a gun fight. Secondly it's pointed down, so someone had a clear shot at someone who was seated, and finally there is not blood anywhere eliminating any possibility of an assassination, so whoever did this either got bored or got irritated and decided to scare someone, or just wanted to ruin this floor."

"I applaud your deductive reasoning."

"Elementary my dear Watson."

They both laughed, at that remark and continued to walk, Nicholas was at about 205 pounds before putting it all in his pocket. As the two walked in there were already many people, however Arthur lacking any matters walked straight past the men greeted Henry "Henry, how nice to see you again old friend." to which Henry replied with the same enthusiasm at which point it went straight to professor Krawl "Why hello Krawl, how long has it been since we've seen each other last." he said trying to act cool (I think in an effort to flirt.) "My my you look just as beautiful as the last day I met you." (Ok he is seriously trying to flirt, this won't end well.)

Meanwhile closer to the door Nicholas trying to talk with the others to talk and ignore Arthur. "Hello my name is Nicholas Hunt." he said to the two closer to him, putting out his hand for either to shake, the two looked like a Gothic pair one more on the supernatural looking side while the other looks better at technology.

Proffesor Krawl turned as she heard her name. Then she noticed some familiar faces. She slowly relaxed her shoulders, couldn't have her past aquaintances believe her to be homocidal, altogh she was about to star turning people into frogs a moment or two ago.

"Well, someone should have told me this was going to be a reunion, I would have brought a casserole." She said, even though she herself was a horrible cook, and hated casseroles. She then turned to Morgana, who had just introduced himself. "A pleasure indeed." she said, nodding politely. She hoped to get these formalities underway. The thought of the magic which had come from the Occult database enticed her, and she desired to see this tree which had been created.

Next she turned to Benny and Becca. "It has been quite a long time. Where did we last meet... Italy perhaps? How have you been?" She smiled, until she heard Henry flirting with her. She smiled in a way which looked innocent, but a cold aura wrapped around her. "My dear, you are much to young for me."

Derek during all of this had hidden behind Krawl's leg, reading everyone's auras and emotions, the sheer magnitude becoming very distracting.

Fox was about to introduce himself to Krawl when the others on the list started showing up. Krawl made it know that she knew several of the people here; Fox even noticed that Henry knew some old fart. Then the woman who shoot the floor was ah, punishing her partner. Things were getting chaotic to say the least.

Fox enjoys a good bit of chaos, the old fart had gotten into trouble Krawl, Derek was trying to bite the old fart's assistant, and Henry had somehow gotten into the middle of fight between the two Americans. He was about to get popcorn when his phone rang.

"Hello." he answered

"Get those idiots out of the Visitor's room! The bullets are reaching my office!" yelled Katt over the phone.

"Huh? What bullets?" asked Fox.

It was at that moment a bullet came flying out of nowhere shooting Fox's hat right off his head. It came from direction of the old man. Fox blinked and suddenly he saw the old man as medieval knight. Fox turned his cane in his hand like sword, and held it above his head and yelled. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look at Fox.

"Henry! To arms!" yelled Fox as he leapt at the old man.

Henry dashed out from under the arm of the American girl and gave her partner a right hook.

The in-fight had begun, and all the while a tiny voice from a dropped phone said, "If this is the crack team composed of the world's best detectives then………...............We're boned."

Before Becca could answer Professor Krawl and get reacquainted fights start to break out. Fists, curses, and some yelling was being thrown back and forth. Becca's eyes widen when firm pressure was put on her forearm when Benny grabbed her.



"Becca, I'm executing escape the crazy stranger fight plan, now." Benny says in rush before pulling himself and Becca away from the chaos that had erupted in the lobby. With a sharp tug and a push.


They stand watching the chaos and wondering how to upon breaking it up.


"I think we should break this up, Benny. We're not here to fight amongst ourselves. Someone is going to get hurt if this doesn't stop." Becca comments while staring and waving her hands at the now wrestling jumble of Society operatives.

"I wholeheartedly agree, Becca. Shall I go upon this as I did in that party in Moscow?" Benny questions his partner while smirking slightly and his fingers twitching.


"Hmm... That should do the job, Benny. But don't hit anybody. We won't get out of this as easily as we did in Moscow." Becca answers with a sigh and a glance at her partner.


Benny swiftly rips both pistols out of their pale brown leather holsters and fires three rounds into the ceiling. The wrestling operatives freeze and look towards the two. All of them looking worse for wear.

"Ahhh... That was fun. I wish I got to shoot my gun more." Benny says after he successfully gains every body's attention.

"Thank you, Benny. Gentlemen and ladies I don't think we're here to be fighting amongst ourselves. We're wasting time here rolling around on the marble floor over extremely ridiculous reasons. Now, shall we get moving?"

"Nicely done, Becca" Benny comments situating his twin pistols back into their holsters.

Morgana introduced herself to everyone before she went to get her gun,when she walked by Dante, he grabbed her ankle and gave her a glare, "If you ever do that again Morgue--" Dante was once again interrupted by Morgana's foot in his face, "Don't make empty threats, it doesn't suit you." Morgana said as she took her foot back and went to get her gun.

As Morgana was placing the gun back into the holster a fight broke loose, "What in Devil's Home is going on?" Morgana asked her self, Dante got up to stand, "I'm not so keen on what happened either but I think it was that old geezer." Dante said as he pointed to Arther.

"I see." was all Morgana said as she and Dante watched the brawl and the distraction of the two Americans as one of them shoot the gun and the other did a little speech on acting more civilized than monkeys. Morgana was doing a silent applaud and Dante was snickering, "I can tell right away that they have good teamwork." Dante snickered, Morgana jabbed his rib, "At least she has a better partner." Dante scuffed, "Anyone can seem like a better partner if they haven't met you." Dante laughed again but was hit in the head as a result to his comment, "You seem to forget that I have a suitcase filled with some of your weapon." Morgana said as she held up the suitcase, "Damn." Dante muttered as he and Morgana continued to watch the fiasco in front of them.

(Did everyone ignore my character? And also what did Arthur do?)

Before anyone could acknowledge Arthur or Nicholas, a fight broke out starting with a bullet. Nicholas sighed and breathed out a a large puff off smoke concealing him, it seemed though the the two people, who busted in were some kind of incompetent chauvinists. He escaped within the black smoke to a more subtle location. He looked over to Arthur who was gawking at the fight. Who in there right mind just busts in and starts fighting?

As everyone looked at the squabble Arthur seemed to be wanting to join in and end these shenanigans, Nicholas noticed this as his fingers were starting to spark slightly and a flaming light was appearing slightly in him mouth. Nicholas walked over silently and told him to calm down.

Just at that moment someone shot there gun at which everyone turned towards. At which a woman said "Thank you, Benny. Gentlemen and ladies I don't think we're here to be fighting amongst ourselves. We're wasting time here rolling around on the marble floor over extremely ridiculous reasons. Now, shall we get moving?"

Nicholas agreed with this, even though he didn't really get involved, it was more between these two sets of people. "So what are we exactly here for? And why do you need so many of us?" Nicholas asked

((I didn't, in fact Fox attacked one of your characters. The reason why being: I am The Death Jester!!))

"I can answer that!" said Henry

Henry pushed himself out of the crowd of Society members and random people who wanted to fight. He had a bruise on the left side of his face and his shirt was torn in several places. He elbowed his was past Arthur and stood were all could see him. Fox stepped up beside him. Not a scratch was on the Scotsman, despite him fighting two people at once.

"My name is Henry." said Henry "This is my partner Fox, The Head had undoubtedly called most of you here to help engage in a most pressing matter.

"That being said," started Fox, his accent little heavier "we'd like you please relocate yourselves to sub-Level 3, debriefing room 4. See you there."

And with that both walked off.

11:45AM, sub-Level 3, debriefing room 4

Fox and Henry stood at the front of a big office room, the other members in seats around them. Henry had gotten a new shirt and brought the maps, locations, and coordinates from his room. He had them spread out along the table.

Henry held a piece of paper up and said "O.K to make sure everyone is here I'll have to call role. This would have been taken care of earlier but an abundance of testosterone seems prevalent today."

"And after that," said Fox "You get to ask questions about why you're here and enjoy some fresh English Tea................hmmm, crumpets."

"Crumpets? What in the world are crumpets? Sounds like a type of carpet." Benny rudely comments during the distribution of the paperwork.


"Don't be stupid and rude at the same time, Benny. No one appreciates it. If you need to know so badly... Crumpets are savory and sweet type of bread snack eaten apparently in the United Kingdom, usually accompanied by tea." Becca answers with a disapproving sigh and shake of her head making her loose hair swing a bit in the process.


"You--" Becca points at the Englishman who had stopped talking and was staring apprehensively at the two since they had interrupted him, slightly starts being addressed in such a way. "Go on with the roll call before my partner falls asleep. He has a problem with enclosed spaces with more than two people in it... Don't ask." Becca says in a semi-commanding voice while making a "Go on" type of motion with one her hands.


"Heeey--" "Shush, Benny."


The Englishman continues and finishes roll call. After some young white tied kid brings in the tea and an assortment of pastries including crumpets. The atmosphere thickens and nearly becomes suffocating.

"I'm taking why we're all here has something to do with the Sinweaver Case, huh?" Becca questions the two who've undertaken the leadership roles of the semi-large group. Making said two give her a nearly identical looks of confusion.


"How'd you know it's the Sinweaver Case? We haven't even said a word about the case yet?" Questions Henry with a quirked eyebrow and an air of doubt.


"You think London is the only Society branch working on the case? We in Chicago have had our fair share of problems with these Brotherhood jerks and their current fixation with human sacrifice." Benny answers him with mild irritation leaking into his speech.

"Hmm... No need to get angry, Benny. The nice man was only asking how we knew. I believe all of us have at least worked on this case at least a little somewhere along the lines. We all have seen what these abominations that call themselves human beings are capable of against their counterparts... So please go on, Henry. Tell us exactly why we're all here." Becca says with her chin resting on her hands leaning a bit forward on the table looking down at Henry and Fox expectantly.

Morgana was sitting in silence listing to Becca and Benny while Henry did roll call but was getting slightly irritated, that her eyebrow twitched, with Dante's damn leg, Morgana grabbed Dante's leg and dug her nails in, "Enough Dante." Morgana ordered, Dante winced, "Damn Morgue do you have to dig so far to break the skin?" Dante said as Morgana released his leg, "I wouldn't have had to if you never started in the first place." Morgana said coolly.

As the tea and pastries were being set Dante scuffed, "Well excuse him for being uncomfortable with the atmosphere here." Morgana ignored him and went back to Becca's and Benny's conversation as she sip her tea, it was Earl Grey her favorite, and caught Benny's state of the obvious.

"I have to agree, the Society in Berlin had me check one of those human trees to see if there was anything strange or abnormal, besides the fact it was a human tree, but I found some interesting things in those bodies, sadly I couldn't take one of them back to the Cold Room and examine it any further and I'm not just talking about the body. Sad day." Morgana ended with a sad sigh and reached for one of the sugary pastries that were set and took bite.

"You're going to get fat." Dante commented being ignored again which was a little irritating, "But I'm curious too, why are we here? I mean what is there to gain in being here?" Dante questioned

Derek watched as all these people, filled with overrflowing emotions, all conversed, introductions, insults, witty comebacks, and the occasional gunfire. The young empath was more than a little distracted, and couldn't tell which emotions were his.

When the group moved to the debriefing room, the young boy had a horrible head ache. When he was out in the open his empathy was never a problem, emotions spread out like mist, being less dense in the open air. But emotions were naturaul, and they were bottled up by stone and steel. The room which he found himself in trapped the energy from everyone who was, or had recently been, in the room. He held his hand infront of him, palms facing eachother, and gathered a small orb of energy. A calming excercise Prof. Krawl had taught him. The floating ball of energy collected all of the excess emotion and released light. Conversion of energy, as Krawl had called it.

Krawl watched the young boy, he had progressed quite a bit. When conversation shifted to the human trees, Krawl joined in.

"As a practioner of darker magics, I must admit I've seen nothing like this. If this magic does infact come from the occult database, it is most likely one of the older magics. To involve such massive sacrifice of human life, however, would suggest eith blood magic or necromancey, though I can't be certain until we acertain the effects of the sacrifice."

Krawl had given the speech with her eyes closed, as in her mind she was sorting through various references in her mind trying to discover what magic could be at work. If the sacrifices were to collect souls, which would mean necromancey, the possible effects could be either summoning, divination, or perhaps even the ressurection of some long lost devil.

However, if the magic at work was Blood magic, the effects would be much more varied and devastaing. To have to spill so much blood, Krawl was truly afraid, and intrigued, by the possibilities.

But perhaps it wasn't the souls, or blood. Krawl pondered. "Has any information about the tree been leaked to the media? Video or pictures specifically." If it had, then that opened up another possibility, one which Krawl had only read a brief paragraph about, for only Occult Database was said to have held the rest of the information.

Henry sighs and rubs his eyes while Fox begins to prep a board behind him. Only three questions so far, two of the same vein, but all possessed of an equality of complication. It wasn't that these answers were as hard to be answered, just hard to voice.

"As to the reason of our gathering," said Henry, gathering his thoughts. "Is that you are in possession of skills and passions that have been deemed useful to this investigation. Or, to be more direct you are needed for the sake of needing."

Fox hit a button on the remote and a high resolution photograph of the two human trees appeared side by side on the board, both human trees were differently shaped. The backgrounds were different, and the tree on the left was noticeably smaller, liked that to a sapling.

A round of gasps arose among the group. These two photographs of the trees are the only ones in existence, held in the London computer and kept in the London computer. Fox and Henry knew for a fact that this was the first time anyone outside of London had seen these trees. And they were only the pictures; the real trees still bleed and pulsed with a mockery of Life, infinitely yet more gruesome.

"The pictures behind are the Mandala Nodes of Gluttony." said Henry "To answer Ms. Krawl's questions we don't know how they made them, but it certainly wasn't the farce that fools call magic. Ahh!"

Fox had hit Henry over the head over, due in no small part, over his comment on magic.

"For all your brains Henry, you are the most narrow minded person I know. Blindly refusing to accept the truth when proof has visited your person time and time again. I'll answer Krawl." said Fox, uncharacteristically stern.

"Before I answer, things must be said about Nodes. We would have more data on them, but they cannot be studied easily for they cannot be moved. The point of a mandala is to collect energy, so we believe it to be a mixture of a rather large number of dark magics. Prime among them being necromancy and blood. Back to what I was saying, the nodes, no matter if they are the main node or a sub-node, cannot be moved. Not by mortal ways, nor by magic."

"Bah!"

"SHUT IT! We also believe that the Sinweaver Nodes are different for every Sin, and are custom ordered to the Sin they represent, ala, a tree made of humans. This represents the man whom calls himself Mr. Gluttony. As for media exposure, the world is dark. They know of the Brotherhood, but sacrifice is locked to them, we are to keep it that way."

Henry stepped back up. "If you have no further questions we'd like to get back to real business; locating the next sub-node. So far by our calculations we suspect it to be somewhere in Spain. (Don’t give me that look Nicholas. Before we head out, two things need be voiced."

"One." said Fox "We are not your leaders, we all share leadership. Even (dare I say it) Derek."

"And two." said Henry "We realized you just got here so we are allowing a few days of recuperation. Think of it as a three day paid London vacation, with us as your guides. Any more questions? Or anything you wish for us to clarify?"

Nicholas sighed, he didn't want to go back to Spain after just coming here and 3 days back home wasn't enough. He looked to his side and saw Arthur staring at him grinning with that devil smile of his trying to suppress his laughter. Nicholas looked around when everyone were invited to ask questions.

"I think that's fine, we should probably know more once we see the problem and I doubt there is anything else worth disclosing at this point." he said turning around and head out the door, "Hey Nicholas where the hell are you going?" Arthur asked before he headed at at which Nicholas closed the door softly. There was an air of seriousness, he wasn't angry but rather intrigued about the tree, he knew about certain magic and cold only logically deduce what they might be planning.

Could they be trying to link the mandalas together to create a whole circulatory system around the world, or are the trees linked by a metaphysical force... For what though? Could be trying to summon something, or perhaps take control? He didn't know and decided to leave it until he hand more information. He walked into the light of day once more and looked around at the busy street of people.