Jack Frost Nick snatchs the coin from Enilas dad as her mom rushes to her side and wraps her in her arms.

nick says snappishly before he leaves

Withdrawing the folder from the table. "I'm sorry I seem to have made a mistake."

Getting up and straightening his jacket " I'm not sure why or how I hit the faeries radar, and I don't care. My goal is to protect the lives, property and sovereignty of the United States of America. Your 'people' threaten all of that, they are poised to destroy the world and you want to start a pissing match because you don't think I respect you. Now I could spend the time and tell you how much I respect your strength, or challenge you to a fight, but I don't give a ----. I already have plans in the work for if we don't find the thief in time. Half my night was spent making contingency plans that will result in the deaths of one million two hundred ninety-five thousand one hundred seventy-eight people, that is not what I call a fun night."

Lynch took a pause and then continued " The rest of my night I was filling out documents and forging history's and work papers so when the MP's demand to see some identification your not handing them an ----ing axe. A state of emergency has been declared and not only will there be a curfew but they are going to check I.D.'s and if anyone does something suspicious they are going to do a background check to check for terrorist affiliations. Sure you don't think this country or it's rules have any power over you; that won't stop them from putting a bullet in your head."

Pulling out a cigarette, Lynch put it in his mouth and lit it. After taking a puff he pulled the cigarette out and looked at Victor. "I wanted to go over the history I made for you. Yesterday I claimed you were on my team only so COMPAC would okay giving you a free pass. I hoped we could all work as a team and figure out who screwed the world before the fay screwed us. I expected Silias to be difficult and hide in his church, I expected Nancy to be obstinate, short tempered and not trust a word I said. I had hoped we had worked together enough that you would be willing to work with me and the others to figure out where this rabbit hole leads."

Reaching into his jacket pocket Lynch pulled out a small card and wrote something on it then began folding it in half while he spoke. " Yes, I have no power over you, but you don't have ---- over me. I stopped trying to feed you straight lines years ago, once I knew you knew and you could handle yourself. If your too bull headed to see that then I think we are done here." Lynch dropped the card on the table.

Lynch turned and walked steadily away from the table not stopping for anything "If you change your mind".

Vidar watches impassively as Lynch walks out. Then grunting he turn's to Zach and gives him a lopsided smile. "I like him. We might just have a chance after all".

"As for your question friend the answer is as always simple. War. The fey plan our on the warpath. Someone stole there power. And me, captain America, that blockhead priest and the girl have been tasked to find it. If we don't there will be war likes of which I will never have seen before." Vidar looks down at the table and suddenly looks very old. "I don't know what to do, my place is fighting in war not trying to stop it. The old ways are dead. My people are preparing for war, for Ragnarok itself, and instead of being with them I am here with these kids trying to stop it."

"I am too old for this shit man."

Following the fathers directions Silias is lead to a small annex room. In the room there are two small iron chairs and the only decorations on the wall is a small crucifix on the far side. In the chair closest to the door sat an old lady with her back to the door.

Approaching the women gingerly, Silias places a light hand on her shoulder. “Oh dear” the lady exclaims as she jumps.Turning around and staring at Silias with blind eyes. “I am sorry, I am just a bit jumpy after everything thats going on.” The lady appears to have settled herself and begins fanning herself with a black Chinese fan.

Taking the the chair across from her, Silias draws it close to her and while sitting softly takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. “Oh hello dear,” She responds and she squeezes back staring off into space.”Please are you the one that last spoke with my son? He is such a good boy, and I am so terribly afraid that he has gone missing and might get hurt.” He voice seems strained as though unused to so much speaking.

Silias squeezes her hand in recognition of the question.“oh good. I had hoped the good father would find you for me. I know he said you were not speaking today, which is sad considering what the people have been saying about you on the streets.”she pauses “Yes, they are saying that you are the coming profit. Thrice blessed by the Father to have calmed the storm as our lord once did. My neighbor says that Father Miles has been preaching about you” with this her eyes seem to light up ad she starts fanning herself again

letting go of her hand in disgust Silias stands up and starts pacing. while doing so he takes greater notice of the lady’s fan.it is raggedy, filled covered in torn black netting that looks to have been repaired rather clumsily by hand. If he squints, silias can just make out what appears to be gold embroidery on the fan in a very peculiar pattern. One he has seen before but can’t seem to place.

The lady’s head seems to follow him as he moves about, she calmly takes bach her hand when Silias lets go. “Oh,I am sorry... I did not mean to upset. It’s just after what you did...Making it through.No one else on the plane survived... no one but you that is.”

With that Silias stops dead in his tracks and stares hard at the women. After a sharp intake of breath he simply mutters “Dei gratia”.

The women continues “it was so tragic. all of them died after the government took them away. I hear the military is blaming it on a gas leak in t he building. But according to my neighbor...” the women lowers her voice and continues ” well, he says that the building was not hooked up to any gas. and he would know. he works in the building next to it. their was so much noise coming from the building. and then all of the body bags I heard it was a bloody mess in there”

Silias kneels next to the women still short of breath. “Are you okay my dear?” Silias speaks penitentially “Domine, peccata mihi ignosce, et ne in errorem me ducas; When did this happen?”
“hmm... yesterday, around three i believe. or at least that is when people started to notice the stench from the building”

Having already broken his penance of silence Silias continues “Are you by chance called Petunia?” this times she looks right at him she shakes her head slowly.
“no.... i do not believe anyone has ever called me that my name is Pen”

“your son, if he is the boy i spoke to earlier, did. lad by the name of peter or puck if you prefer” upon naming the boy Pen shakes her head and smiles saying “no, that is my nephew. my son is jack”

Sick of such games Silias begins to loose his calm. “your...family... has caused much trouble in days past. what is it you want from us, from me?”

“My family?” Pen inquires “The only family I have left is Jack and he is a good boy. everyone else was killed in the last great war. I know jack is a little hard headed at times, but he is a good boy at heart”

“what are you?” Silias demands “Not human clearly no more then your boy at least. And yet you stand he on holy ground surrounded by iron and yet you hardly flinch. what new tricks has the devil learned?”

“what are you talking about?” Pen erupts clearly offended “are you mad.... just because am blind does not mean that i am not human or touched by the devil. I will have you know young man, i was baptized in his holy waters and i go to church every sunday. just like a proper lady should. oh when the father hears what you said...”

“If not you, your son has been.” Silias interrupts “When last i saw him he was in commune with dark forces.”

“My son would never. He is a good boy. Would a servant of the dark forces give his dear mother a gift with crosses on it?” She turns the fan around for him to see. With it fanned open to him Silias now sees the symbol in earnest the gold forms the shape of the three triangles each with a cross inscribed in it. Silias feels a nudge inside hime to take the fan away from the women. It seems to radiate a repulsive sickness.


“It is a beautiful fan” Silias says, his tone chill now. As he reaches into his breast pocket for his holy water he asks “Do you mind if I take a closer look at it?” Pen smiles and nods offering the fan to his general direction.”It is a very nice gift isn’t it?It’s from my son before he left. and such pretty crosses”.

Using the water to clean his hands Silias mutter,"Lord, wash away my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin." then sprinkling water on the fan Silias preforms a short exorcism “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi” With this he takes the fan and as it leaves the women’s hands she falls over dead.

Wrapping the fan in a white cross, Silias kneels to inspect the women. Being indeed dead he searches the body taking her possessions (a bag of money, some spare coins and a small cross)and leave the room being sure to close the door.

Finding the father Silias says “Father quickly the women has fallen ill! quickly come with me” “What women?” Father Chamber calls after Silias as he rises from his desk. “The one you had me talk to off course...” Silias says as he leads the way to the room to open the door. He walks in to find the room as it first was the chairs unmoved and defiantly no body on the floor.

“Peace son, you have had a long day... I recall no women asking for you. Know peace and return to your meditation... and care what you speak least my brother start accusing you of prophetic vision” With that the father turns away he has much more to deal with then a tired brother.

Clutching the fan in his robes Silias knows what he has seen was no vision. This...Pen was trouble especially now. Still she had said a lot but not nearly enough questions had been answered. Angry, Tired and Upset Silias new his work was just beginning Taking a blank card out of his wallet, a card from a long time ago and one he never hoped to need, he hated to work outside of the church but with the current limitations he had no choice. Besides it seems fate had marked the group together anyway.Now grabbing his sat phone Silias dials “I need your help... Meet me at the shelter..One hour” and hangs up.

Returning to his room Silias sheds his more traditional garments. Grabbing his gear he readies himself for war. As he polishes his blades and packs his vest he mutters a quick prayer to Michael.

“St. Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and the other evil spirits who prowl about the world for the ruin of souls. Send us your sword Esperacchius and shelter us in your care.”

With that Silias started his way to the B. Shelter...

"Okay..." Enila muttered to herself after Lady Lily vanished. "I'm trying to decide if that was a helpful conversation or not..." She warily continued walking toward the bar. Upon entering, she noticed Victor and headed over to where he was sitting. "So what happened after I left?"

//Assuming nothing else happens on her way there.

Climbing into his jeep Lynch shook his head, he would do this alone and his way if he had to. Dropping the folder into the center console and securing it, Lynch drove off. Since Lynch was at the airport when the one plan made it through he radioed in to get a status on the passengers and plane. Originally he figured that Silias must of been the cause but that was hasty. It was possible that whoever stole the power was not alone and needed someone to arrive alive. He wanted to look into the the last people who came into the island. The plane was the easiest place to start but Lynch would look into the records going back a few days for everyone coming into the island. The next step was going to be finding out what players were in town, and that meant finding more information. He needed an information broker of some find, or someone well connected, Lynch really hoped his first stop of the day would not have to be with Vampires.

enila says" Can I please hold this coin? ” but instead of heat this time a flash of cold rushes through her before her dad takes it away. Her fingers freazing the young 5 year old lets out a heart wrenching scream "Its cold, its cold."

Nick snatches the coin from Enilas dad, quickly putting it back into his pocket. Enila's father turn to Nick and starts to yell at the man about daring to bring such a cursed coin into his home, as Enila's mom rushes to her side and wraps her in her arms.
“ hush baby, hush. Its OK. Its OK, momma is here now. We wont let the cold come back. Its gone and we will make it stay gone for good”
Whimpering Enila whispers “Why is it so cold? ”

"Because you silly girl, it is cold in hell.” Nick yells at her, causing her father to slam his fist into Nicks face. Cursing Nick punches her father hard enough to send him into a wall, leaving a nice human shaped imprint in it. "That was your last mistake." Nick says snappishly before he storming out of the house, promising the famliy that this will not be the last time he sees them.

That was the last time the family saw old Nick, but it was just the beginning of their nightmares. Specificaly, it was the start of a long maddening descent for Enila. As a child she had always had bad dreams, of scary monsters in the closet. But since touching the coins they have just gotten worse and worse. Every few years seeming to turn up the notch on just how bad her nightmares could be... it is almost 25 years latter that we find her now.

On this day she received word through the paranet that their was someone looking for her, and would like to take a moment of her time to speak with her about matters that she may find interesting.

They would like to meet her at a local coffe shop, about half an hour from her place at 11