Contacting Geary

JP with Trustno1, mdman, Jaxx, and Cindy

"Alyssa; have you ever spoken to Geary?" asked Sartre. Piper did indeed pull up a chair.

"No, but I believe my father has." Alyssa had worked always through her father or Cassini, she hadn't met many of the higher-ups.

"Where is your father?” asked Sartre.

Prue and Phoebe yelling seemed to be getting louder but could still not be understood.

"I was in the attic, where you sent me." Matt said, to Peter as he stepped into the kitchen. "Charles Duane is gone. He vanished into thin air."

Alyssa shook her head, "Why does that not surprise me? I suppose we can't do anything about it, but there is something you can do for me."

"What's that?" Matt asked his daughter.

"I need you to contact Kristen Geary." The hacker explained briefly the information she had uncovered and how the file wasn't able to be accessed by anyone but Geary.

Matt let out a small whistle, "Well, I suppose I can be one of the few people to actually surprise her."

He texted the woman, it took no time at all to receive the message back.

Geary: Kirsten Geary here, your Illuminati handler. Agent Wilson! How did you get back here?

Matt: It is an extraordinarily long story.

Geary: You will fill me in, but later.

Geary: Let’s talk about Major General Reginald Fairfield, a name that should ring a few bells if you’re familiar with a unit called Delta Green.

Reginald Fairfield was a retired Major General in the U.S. Army and one of the key figures in Delta Green during the brutal “Cowboy” era where former agents, shocked by whatever they saw in Cambodia, started playing by their own rules leaving a trail of paranormal and human bodies. This guy was a legend, known for his no-nonsense approach and deep-seated belief in fighting against the things that go bump in the night. Fairfield’s dedication to Delta Green was unwavering, even after his official retirement in 1970. He continued to work behind the scenes, ensuring that the organization stayed true to its mission of protecting humanity from the unseen horrors lurking in the shadows. Unfortunately, his commitment came at a high price. In 1994, he was assassinated.

Also of confidential nature, your daughter has been sleeping, and I mean just sleeping with that FBI Agent. That Halliwell sister Prudence has encouraged her to take things further. Prue and Alyssa have had words. Ciao Ciao from the Bitch without Borders. K.G.

Matt gave a look to Peter then Alyssa, then relayed the information about General Fairfield to the group. He, of course, left out the personal details about his daughter, Peter and Prue.

"Any idea who sent you the message Alyssa?" asked Sartre. Rain began to pelt the windows as a dull gray overcast covered the sky.

Alyssa shook her head, "No, no idea.”

Choi joined the group after giving the attic the once over. He knew Eun-Ji and Sung had already searched there, Eun-Ji while Yeong was in crisis in the basement. Choi frowned, as Moon had the habit of missing action when most needed. What was up with her?

"Any idea where we go from here? and what's up with that guy Duane?" asked Sartre.

"I can make you all some custom soda." said Piper.

"No, I suppose some could look through the books but Eun-Ji has one of those. No, telling if she'll even bother showing up here."

"I can continue my research on my computer, but I would really like to spend some time with my father while we aren't dealing with a life threatening situation." She glanced at Matt, who gave a light smile, and a nod of agreement.

Sartre motioned to Piper. "Lets leave the Wilsons to talk. Bring me a soda to the sunroom Miss Halliwell.”

Choi sighed, as it sounded that father and daughter would like time alone. This was where he missed having parents. He would never envy one for having parents, but Yeong realized this was something he missed in life. He had Master Park, almost as a grandfather figure, but it wasn’t the same. He was Choi’s teacher, not blood.

“Sure, Miss Halliwelll,” he agreed, while following them.

As he sat down, Choi texted Eun-Ji: We need the sacred book you have. Inwardly, he wondered if she’d respond.

Agent Powers was still eating his sandwich while everyone was talking and he barely understood what they were going on about since he left the planning to the smart people. Sadly he was a "C" student at best and his only talent lay in mass destruction. So he kept quiet as he kept eating his large sandwich. He did want a soda from Piper but he felt he was being ignored by the others so he sighed and stayed quiet.

"My sisters, They're upset. We have a visitor tomorrow night." Someone we haven't seen in 25 years." said Piper as she brought Sartre a ginger ale and handed one to Powers.

"Did you learn anything from Duane?" asked Sartre.

Agent Powers was a bit shocked that he received a soda without asking or being asked. He did a double take at the drink and at Piper before he replied, "Uhh thanks miss." He then took a sip and smirked as he liked it. Then he quietly went back to eating and drinking on his own.