The panic and hustle took over the team. The main piece of physical evidence, the place of the event itself, crumbled around them in a strange and unnatural fashion. "Fucking magicians!" Zesiro stumbled around to grab equipment and evidence bags. Rozalind screamed orders but was quick and swift, she hefted her rifle and her sharp eyes scanned the area for enemies... There were none... Only the disintegrating castle. ~~~~ [i][b]TRIDENT HQ [/b][/i] They had escaped with their lives, and had even found additions to the team. Most of the equipment and evidence bags made it out in one piece, though some of it was dented and some was soggy with snow. Even most the evidence collected had made it down the mountain. The original site was destroyed, but, the team had taken more with them than they knew... [i][b] LABORATORY ROOM 1F[/b][/i] Shannon was popular with the scientists and alchemists of TRIDENT. They attached monitors to her, swung pendulums around her, took pictures, etc, etc, etc. Surprisingly, the angsty and apathetic Zesiro stayed with her throughout her 'check ups', and sometimes told off the men and women in the long white coats when they were becoming too invasive or seemed to be upsetting Shannon. Something about he angsty lanky teen put them on edge. "Don't let them make you feel like a freak." He commented when the two were alone. On an exam table nearby was the pile of bones that had once been animated into a bird-like creature. None one could find anything particular about them, so, the pile of bones lay still and forgotten for now. [i][b] CONFERENCE ROOM B[/b][/i] Twain stood across from Charles. On the table in between the two men was a book. It was very old, leather covered, the pages were parchment, yellowed with age, tarnished around the edges. "This is the... well.. My... 'Book of the Dead'. [i][b] THE GYM[/b][/i] Rozalind let off her steam here. She found such solace with her former team, TIGER, training with them... That team was gone now... She was back with MERCY. So she turned to the members of mercy who had assembled with her, and gave them a ruthless glare. "You know how to fight, but, this is not only a physical war. This is not a physical battle. You saw what happened on the mountain, our enemies simply disintegrated the world around us. How? It was a manifestation of their willpower... Magic..." She always said the word as if she would rather spit. "It isn't enough to be strong. You have to be clever, and prepared." [i][b]Tristan's office. [/b][/i] Tristian sat at his desk, looking uncharacteristically melancholic, he had taken a photograph off the wall of his office and set it upon his desk. In this photo was a younger version of himself... And the other founders of TRIDENT. The picture had been taken long before TRIDENT had been imagined. They were just young, ambitious, curious, and adventurous. That had been enough back then... ... What now? Trisitan was the only one left. Did he feel as fulfilled as he had in those days? The question haunted him... He and his friends had gone out looking for adventure... They had found power and knowledge... Had he done anything worthwhile with it? Had he made the world a better place? Or had he made things worse?