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Ormand LeFey was many things. But he had never been a morning person. But this morning had changed his mind. For, if anything, LeFey was a clever man, and clever men kept their minds open, and allowed them to change. It had most definitely been a convincing morning. He turned in his immaculate chair, looking out his office room’s window. The morning view was the same as always, drab, and gloomy, but it simply felt, better. Ormand finally felt himself smile. It wasn't a smile of glee, but a smile of a plan falling together. He folded his hands together, falling back into thought.

The day had begun normally enough. It all changed however when one of his secretaries brought him the local district paper. It was hardly the New York Times, but it still fought to stay relevant by bringing to light smaller, different stories. He quickly opened the paper, folding it to a specific story, and dropped it on LeFey’s desk.

LeFey had been shocked into silence. All of his years, and suddenly everything began to fall in his favor.

The paper sat on his desk even now. It displayed a simple story, about a museum in the city hosting a new exhibit. They had discovered and put up for show several artifacts and relics of some lost Greek civilization. They equated most of the article to the novelty of the findings, called it the “Ruins of Atlantis”. It was a rather boring article in all. The only reason it was any interest to him, or his organization at all, was the main picture. The photograph at the top of the article was of a spread of all their findings, while most of it looked like you'd expect, one thing stood out in particular.

An ornate golden box sat in the shot, surrounded by other little findings. To most it was just that, a curious finding of an underappreciated exploration team. But to anyone who knew the legends, the sleeping power, and the truth, it was so much more.

Pandora's Box.

It was almost too good to be true. LeFey had led the Order well, growing their influence, and planning for the future. And now, he could be the one that realizes their final goal. The Box was already in the city. It would be easy to grab it, all he needed was an intermediary that wasn't under the Council’s surveillance. Names and faces cycled through his mind. None of them were close enough. They had to act fast.

Finally, he settled on a name.

“Vivian, get in contact with Alias Kane. Invite him over for dinner. We have a… job for him.”

Vivian, his secretary, nodded and walked away, her short blonde hair sashaying as she walked.

“Oh, and Vivian.”

She stopped momentarily.

“Get me Tabitha. Send her up. She's likely to be found in the labs.”

Vivian nodded again, her back still turned, before walking away through the door.

Now, LeFey sat before the window. A plan was forming in his mind, and it promised to be a beautiful one.