The Return of Trudeau

Jp with Redsword, Jaxx, Trustno1, mdman, Lorem and Cindy

On her way down, Alyssa would almost stumble into Phoebe. Phoebe was clearly irate. "We have 30 minutes before Andy gets her Prue." said Phoebe. "Let's be clear Phoebe, you started this. I clearly won today." yelled Prue. Prudence seemed to be taking charge. "Everyone in the living room! We have a half an hour to at least try and figure out what has gone on the past couple days. '' ordered Prue. As the group entered the living room, Prue asked, "Are you alright Alyssa?”

"My guess is the Mothman sightings were due to extreme occult activity from the rise in murders caused by whatever colt was breaking into the house and was operating under that church." said Prue. "They had to have been the ones that burned down our store," said Piper. She would continue, though that guy Duane said, "It was done by a group called the cowboys." Anybody else have any theories?" A storm began to once again pick up across the San Francisco night sky.

Alyssa just nodded at the question. She finished her water and switched to Coke before going into the living room and taking a seat. The hacker was being exceptionally quiet for the moment.

After a few moments of silence, There was a knock at the door. Prue would answer, knowing who it was. Trudeau looked as if he were still in his 30's. He embraced Prue. "It's been so long since I've seen you. It's so good to have you back. You probably have your friends over here to thank for that.”

"They have been a big help," said Prue.

"We can be together again. All of this can be fixed. I've known you for 26 years, you're going to have to trust me. I need you to give me your dagger And I'm going to have to ask your friends here if they will give me those books just for a couple of days." The detective waited on a response from the group.

Agent Powers looked at the new guy and gave him and Prue a smolder before he asked, "What faction is this guy from?”

Eun-Ji lingered behind. She had pulled out a small notepad from her purse while Alyssa was under the spell of the book and wrote down what she had spoken out loud word for word. She was trying to make sense of it, measuring it against what she already knew. The margins were filling up with brainstormed ideas. Eventually she came back to the living room and took a seat in a chair near the wall, across the way from herself lounging on the couch.

Alyssa sighed at Max's comment. "Max, I'll explain who he is. Come sit next to me.”

"Mr. Treadau, why exactly do you need these dangerous tomes and items?" Sartre glanced at Max and Alyssa. ‘Nice Move’ he thought. They were all going to have to protect each other.

For once, Choi agreed with Sartre. “Yes, please explain why you are not still dead and what we did that brought you back?”

Dahlia kept a flat look upon her face, wondering when the Princess would arrive. “We have another who will be joining me in my investigation,” she said. “So, he is supposed to be dead? Doesn’t look dead to me.”

"Yes," Alyssa spoke up, "Detective Trudeau died in 1999." She went back to sipping her Coke, listening to talk in the room.

“I can accept that,” Dahlia stated matter-of-factly.

After all, she had seen worse. Here worse nightmare would be seeing one of those whom she had assassinated alive again.

Agent Powers did as Alyssa said and moved next to her to listen to her advice and guard her if needed. As he looked at Mr. Trudeau, he gave him another smolder and moved his pec muscles up and down with both moving in opposite directions at the same time. It was his manly way of showing off his muscles with unknown threats. Agent Powers was waiting till Alyssa said it was cool to relax then he replied, "He looks pretty healthy for a corpse. Does he use some fancy cosmetics?”

Just then a town car pulled up and a very pretty blond woman stepped out of it. Ekaterina only carried a small expensive suitcase with a handle and wheels on it so it could be dragged. The woman looked like a model and walked ever so gracefully as if she was a member of royalty. She then made her way to the door and knocked on it and waited for a response.