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Alexei shrugged. "Well, then we'll just have to find them and take them. Unless you have some some other idea, some way for us to get further information on what we're dealing with, there seems to be no other option." Again, unconsciously his attention seemed to be drawn to the ring at his finger, the simple gold band. It has drawn his attention since he had first laid eyes on it, and he couldn't even remember exactly when he had decided to wear it. When he wore it, there was simply a feeling of strength, of confidence, of power--it was addictive. He couldn't bring himself to remove the ring unless he tried strangely hard to remove it, and even then he was reluctant, and when it was off he felt weakened, lesser.

And yet this artifact, the ring of JRR Tolkien, remained invisible on the monitor, for had it not, a ping would have resounded directly above the Warehouse, directly over Alexei Sakhalin.

(I'm thinking perhaps the ring could be one of the artifacts--and yeah, it's basically the One Ring XD. It would drive the wearer to feel a need to cause destruction and dominate those around them, though it's up to Katryn if that is okay.))