From the Attic

JP with Peter, Alyssa, Max, Choi, Sung and Eun-Ji

Halliwell Manor - San Francisco, CA

Sartre had made sure no one was watching as he placed his tactical letter on the side of the decaying building. Vines were everywhere, it had been abandoned at least for several years. Software would guess that it had been at least 18 years. He was still wondering how all of this would fall together. He was also curious about what these three sisters had to do with the case. He was able to climb the ladder and open the top window to the attic with a lock pick.

He had what was known as the "Mercenary" build. This meant that he could handle himself in combat when needed with the aid of an assault rifle. He can also use elemental magic. He never forgot about the pentagram around his neck. Though the thought of that did bring him extreme sadness. The reason he kept books around about mysterious disappearances in Chile and operation Condor. He had always wondered where the others had went. He still lived in Roslyn Smith's Ealdwic apartment.

He had kept all her Templer furnishings just as they had been before she disappeared without a trace.

He knew sometime you have to move. Perhaps to New York.

He carefully slid into the attic making sure that he still had his hand on his pistol. He immediately felt a strong and powerful sense of dread, he felt an extreme power coming from somewhere in the house. Somewhere below. The power was extremely dreadful. The attic was extremely hot . It was dark in there. As he was about to reach for his tactical flashlight he heard rumblings down below near the front door as if someone was trying to literally blow open the front door.

Carefully he made his way down the attic steps having he lowered his pistol.. He walked down the long staircase wondering what memories had been formed in this house in the late 1990s he wonder what the secret societies knew about these sisters Prue, Phoebe and Piper. He also wondered why they had never been mentioned.

There were always secrets about secrets.

He carefully approached the front door and saw that had been blown open, he holstered his pistol He was almost taken aback when he saw the young Dragon agent from the University.

"The green emerald." As Alyssa had called her.

"I don't think we've properly met miss . May I introduce myself before we start looking this place over and investigating. My name is Peter Sartre. And you?"" Said Sartre He extended his hand to the woman hoping this time their interaction will be better than the chaos that ensued at the University.