Templars Arrival and A Warning

JP with Trustno1, Jaxx and Cindy

There was something happening, who was that? "Looks like there's more visitors to the house." The cameras zoomed in revealing a man and a woman. Alyssa got a clear enough picture of their faces. "I'll bet either of you they are Templars." Just a logical deduction.

She picked up her encrypted cell and texted into it. "Alright I told the clean up crew to hold off. I want to find out who the two vistors are."

She started running her fingers quickly over the keyboard as information appeared on the screen. "Got you. Yup, Templars. A Jennifer Hawkins and Corinith Whitethorn." Alyssa kept working. "Well, let's see what I can find out about them."

"Your toys are state of the art. Go Alyssa Go!" said Sartre.

Agent Powers was. Now curious by all the activity of the other factions checking on this house. He asked, “So what is so important about this house that all three factions are stopping by?”

Alyssa responded to Max without ever looking away from her computer. "I think it has something to do with the Ley lines. There has to be something more to them than just a source of energy for a few witches."

"OK, first we have Corinith. Good with guns. Avoids shotguns, it seems anyway. Magic user, but going back to some past events, it almost looks as if he doesn't prefer magic over other methods. Decent detective. It seems. I don't think he's at level as some others like Mr. Sung or you, Peter when it comes to investigative work.

A few notes - ends justify the means? Oh, I see - he seems to be all-out when it comes to getting results.

Drugs - well, look at that a Templar whose been known to take drugs. With how much they love their structure and rules i would think they wouldn't allow that for very long." Alyssa rolled her eyes but she was facing the computer so it was doubtful the two men saw it. "As much as I'd rather not help the Templar. I also don't want that shadow thing to reawaken. And I suppose Mr. Sung was right in that no one deserves to die at the hands of that thing. Should one of us go and warn them?"

"As I just finished shooting the thing, Powers, could you run in their and tell them not to open any jars..........?" Alyssa, can you grab the address for the P3 apothecary? Should we take the night off before investigating further?"

Alyssa then turned around and looked at Max, furrowed her brow and spoke to Peter. "We know the Templars really don't like us. Is Max really the best person for that job?" She paused. "No offense, Max."

She just didn't think sending in Max - the boy/hulk was the best idea. Maybe, someone the Templars would take more seriously would be a better option.

"250 Ivy Street," being Alyssa had already been tasked with that, she had the address to P3 easily available.

As for taking the night off, Alyssa nodded, easily agreeing. "Yes," she still wasn't feeling that great and desperately needed a shower after having black ooze all over her.

I will go ahead and go in, I will be right back." Peter left the van, returning a few minutes later. Sartre returned, looking over the other two agents, "Alyssa; I also heard a rumor that there was a fourth sister some sort of half-sister, can you find out when Prue Halliwell and this fourth sister might've been?"

Agent Powers was not sure how to respond as he was told conflicting orders. He forced a smirk and shrugged as he waited to see what they were going to do. Since he didn't need to talk to the Templars he remained in place and acted like a bodyguard for the time being. He wasn't quite sure if Alyssa was saying he was unqualified to deal with the Templars or if she was worried he might get into trouble talking to them. His father had told him that the other factions did have issues with each other and didn't always get along. Since they were talking about ending the day he looked at his watch nervously to see how long he still had left in his muscle form and then asked, "So should I get a cab and a hotel now? I can give you my number if you need to call me later." Agent Powers was a bit nervous but trying his best to look serious as he accidently gave Alyssa a smolder.

Alyssa sent Peter all the info she had on the sister's then turned to Max. "Hold on," typing, once again to the computer. "You have a suite booked right next to Peter's. I say we just go ahead and go. The clean-up crew knows to go in to the house after the Templars have left."

" Yes we all need rest. Chinese or Pizza Alyssa?" I've got it covered in gold pax, We Lumies actually have the public thing that paper money is worth something. What if Team Red steals something in there..............?"

"I doubt there's much we can do to stop them without drawing even more attention. Maybe, they'll be intelligent about it but who knows." Alyssa moved to the driver's seat. "Max, I think there's more room in the back for you. Peter you can take the passenger seat if you want."

Sartre jumped in the passenger seat. "Chinese or Pizza? It will be delivered by drone."

"Pizza. I'm good with whatever on it but no anchovies." Alyssa started the van and they took off.