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Xavier clenches his jaw, feeling like he needs to punch something. [color=97b597]“Those fucking bastards, I… I should have…”[/color] Aethel leans on the desk, looking positively sick, the bags under his eyes showing more. 

[color=c4df9b]“…We should have just defied dad… We caused this - we practically led the Conans back to Killian.”[/color]

Xavier nods gravely, finding it hard to focus. [color=97b597]“Aethel, do you have their contact info? Something that could help us find where they might have taken them?”[/color] His brother’s face lights up with an idea before he bolts out of the office and comes back shortly with one of the tablets they use for contracts. He shuts the door behind him and pulls up his network of contacts. They both curse under their breath when there’s only a phone number listed under the Conan name.