JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 10:32 AM
“Alright, kiddos, listen close.” He said, waving around his arms. He raised his phone high in the air, waving it about. “I got some important info on the Syndicate. I know now you all got your drinks, but I think that you should put them down for just a second. But I can only help if you just pause, and listen fo-“
His sentence was interrupted by a massive, swirling tendril of sand rupturing the floorboards. The wooden planks split apart like balsa wood, letting loose the massive sand tentacle. A large cloud of sand filled the bar as the tentacle swung around, slamming into an orange lamp. Glass shards flew across the bar. A few seconds later, the tentacle slithered back into the hole. Jen giggled. “Heh. Sorryyy! Sorry. That was me.” She said, giggling. “I’ll listen, I’ll listen.” Unfortunately, Jen wasn’t the best drunk. Some conduits reacted to it differently than others, as with humans. The only difference if that conduits had a lot more drastic changes. Some became uncontrollably mad, their powers blazing. Some conduits like Jen ended up more care-free and stupid. Some just got slurred speech and a dampened mind.
Zeke sighed, shaking his head. He kneaded his forehead. “I swear, sometimes.. I.. gah. Why don’t you guys just break the walls while you’re at it, huh?” Zeke complained, gesturing to his TV and floorboards. He just raised his hand suddenly. “Just cool it with the powers. I’ll start the recording.” Zeke tapped his phone.
The recording started up with a couple of raucous coughs and scratching. “How are things doing over at the Vintage District?” The voice was digitally distorted. “Market District Plan 3-A is going rather well. Rogue Conduit will be released in several days. The breakout plan is almost complete. Joe is still working out the details. Rogue Conduit we’ve chosen is Damon Funnel. Harsh Wind Conduit. Imprisoned for terrorizing a Texan town as a tornado. He’ll work nicely.”
“Nathan. You need to be more careful here.” The other voice scolded. “We could be compromised. I told you not to send info by wire anymore. We’re probably being listened to at this very moment.” The voice predicted it exactly. “But Vintage District Plan 3-B is.. in the works. ETA on it is probably a week or so, chances are Saturday. We need some backup, so send some extra grunts to the Vintage Syndicates.” Clearly, the man knew that they may well be being listened to, so he purposely revealed less info.
“Alright. Sorry. Just hard to remember.” Nathan said. Some awkward shuffling was heard in the background. “I have to go. Josh will be here soon. You know how he is.” The other voice chuckled. “Yeah. Say, have you seen Matt around any time now?” It asked. “You know, I haven’t. Heard he was sent to the Market District for some backup. Hopefully he isn’t ratting us out to some gang. Those crazy Reaper fellows might've squeezed him.” The other voice coughed. “See you, Nathan. And remember, ears are everywhere.”
The recording ended there. “Whatever the Syndicate plan on doing, it’s going to be at the Vintage District, in a couple days.” Zeke said, putting down his phone. “My guess? It’s going to be in the National History museum. What better place to hold an event then the most popular museum in New York?” Zeke walked over to the glasses in the shelves. They were one of the few things still left that hadn’t been touched by conduits. “I’ve been trying to make connections as to why they’d be there since I got the recording last week.”