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Twain smiled at Dimitri. “You could make more than that here, you just gotta find the right clientele. However, HR might not want you spreading magic around willy-nilly… They have rules about that sort of thing…” 

He was then distracted by Danya’s statements.

“Attracted to me?” He flipped his hair out of his eyes and gave the sprite a sultry look. “No need to be shy, bright-eyes…” She sparked green, and sped away, babbling about how Twain reminded her of her ex boyfriend.

“I’m not worried. She’ll be back for more.” In his intoxicated mindset, he was confident that it was only a matter of time before he and the sprite got to know one another better…

Dimitri suggested they end their party. Twain clapped Charles on the back, perhaps harder than he meant to. “NAW he’s fine! Right Charles?”

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Trisitan and Natasha… 

Tristian looked uncomfortable, his mouth opening, then closing, then opening, then closing without saying a single word as the redhead went straight to work grilling the leader of TRIDENT. She stoked the coals with her sharp wit, suggestive body language, and even accusatory glares.

He glanced down at his desk when she criticized it’s empty state, touched his hair uncomfortably when she accused him of being ‘only a handsome face’. He knew that logically he should feel extremely insulted, though, he felt in that moment only extremely uncomfortable. When she was finished, he frowned a bit, his big blue eyes looking a bit sad. 

“Perhaps you have a reason to be angry with me, but, there is no need to be cruel to Karma.” He spoke in defense of his secretary. “She works very hard to make sure everything comes out alright in the end.”

He took another moment, his frown vanishing and his becoming thoughtful and curious as he studied Natasha’s features. Tristan had heard many times before that women were like the sea. He was puzzled. Tristan didn’t agree with the old adage. He understood the sea, he did not understand women. Natasha reminded him more of a wildfire, or perhaps a volcano. She still smoldered and Tristan was not quite sure when she might erupt again.

“I spoke to Twain and Rozlaind about what happened on the mountain. They have given me a full report. I am aware of what happened, and am sorry that you were in danger.”

“Though… It is our job to do so.” He reached over to the picture on his desk. “Face dangers that others can not. You knew that when you joined us, Natasha… Trident has been this way from the beginning… Back when there were only seven of us...” 

“... I could never forget that name, Slay. Nor any one of us. We hadn’t even imagined TRIDENT as you know it today. Back then we were just… Looking for adventure or something...” He looked a bit wistful pulling out an old picture from his desk and pushing it toward her. 

Natasha had seen this photo before. One of Natasha’s now-missing-teammate from MOON had possessed a copy. Hibiscus was their necromancer, and used the photo as a bookmark. One day Hibiscus had shown Natasha the photo, and named everyone in it. Trisitan would do the same now.

It was in much better condition than the photo Natasha had seen before. Tristan preserved the photo in a glass frame. It was still an old photo. She would recognize a much younger version of Tristan, pulling an unhappy Hibiscus into the frame. There was a man with a gamblers smile and a long trench coat: “Magnus.” There was a woman with a soft dark round face and long dark hair: “Sooleawa.” She was flanked by two men. The one of the left had a sharp nose and impeccable posture: “Ibrahim”, he put an arm around Sooleawa and looked at her fondly… But she glanced toward the man on her right. This man wore a leather jacket and wore dark sunglasses… This was... “Slay.”
 
“I can’t believe she talked about him… I thought that man was invincible, but he isn’t. He is dead. Sooleawa too. Probably Magnus, knowing him…”

“Ibrahim is alive, but he left to run his father’s business. Hibiscus left long before that… I thought she was cross with me and would never return. I thought I was the last one left to carry our work. Then Hibiscus came back. She agreed to work with MOON… Yet… Now she is missing.” He frowned and looked up from the Photo.

“All of MOON is missing… Except for you, Natasha.”

He pulled out a glass pyramid from his desk. 

“MOON’s missions were so sensitive that even I did not have direct contact with Hank, your unit leader… He would leave me messages every three to six months with updates and requests. These messages should have been recorded and delivered in secret from the rest of the team. This is the last message I received from him…

Hank’s face appeared in each facet of the pyramid. His long white beard and aged facade were unmistakable. His voice was genuine as well.

“Tristian. I am sorry to inform you that we must cease all of our investigations for the time being. Natasha is still missing. It is still unclear if she was taken by force or... Abandoned us… There was no sign of a struggle… yet… I hate to think that…” His old face looked troubled. “Finding her is our unit priority now. I will contact you further if we need back up.” 

His face vanished and the pyramid became simply transparent glass once again.

“This was recorded shortly after you supposedly began your vacation... Natasha... Where what were you really up to? What happened to your teammates?”

The door opened. Wolfe entered. @cpldingo

Tristan stood, blushing a bit. Not prepared for the interruption. He glanced from Natasha to Wolfe. 

“Please come in… Ah… We were just talking. We will continue shortly, so, please stay Natasha…”

“You know Wolfe, it is good to see you. I have been thinking a lot about you your friend, and that ritual you witnessed before you were pulled through the Rift... I was hoping you would remember something useful... Perhaps the ritual you saw was somehow related to the one that brought you through the Rift."

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