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Bitsy's eyes connected with the woman who spoke to her.  Rosa, she believed.  The moment their eyes met she felt the humid heat of the bayou, smelled the seasonings in good ol' creole cooking, and heard the sound of clinking chains and far off singing.  The small woman tilted her head to the side, considering the girl before her.  She had picked up on their phone conversation that there was something special about her, something Rosa hid from the world.  However, upon their meeting, it did not become immediately obvious.  Hobb's watched her trace the image of the Ouroborus.  Her features fell from her ditzy, excited smile and turned to something a bit sad as fond memories danced through her head.  

She approached the woman and looked down at the symbol on the page, upsidedown from her view.  [color=E6C2FF][b]"No,"[/b][/color] she said quietly as the smile started to return.  [color=E6C2FF][b]"Certainly not an arbitrary picture.  The Ouroborus means infinity, death, and rebirth.  My father used to use it when stamping the wax on important letters.  I thought it would be a fitting image for our new beginnings."[/b][/color]  She looked up to meet Rosa's eyes again. [color=E6C2FF][b] "But is there something else on your mind?"[/b][/color]  She stared at the girl for a long moment.  Could the girl look into her thoughts?  Could she read the answers to her questions on Hobbs' face?  What was so very special about Miss Rosa?  Her eye contact broke when Mr. Wu caught her attention.

Straightening up, she spun toward the man with her excited smile back into place.  [color=E6C2FF][b]"Ah, absolutely.  Any good investigator must know the facts before going into a case!  And your knowledge of antiquity may be of extreme use to us.  Well done Mr. Wu.  Cheers!"[/b][/color]  Her light steps took her back to her desk and she opened up a file that lay amongst the mess of papers.  Flicking some ash from her cigarette into the nearby ashtray, she began.

[color=E6C2FF][b]"Our archaeologist in question is one Mister Oliver Meyers.  He's been in the gig for at least twelve years.  Visited places like Egypt and even worked with Mister Hiram Bingham in his discovery of Macchu Picchu.  This caused him to lead an expedition more recently to the tail end of Mexico to perhaps find some Aztec or conquistador treasures.  His team did find some things there and were to return, but the death of his partner and the museum withdrawing his funding has left him without a hope of returning to further investigate.  He has brought back with him a good number of artifacts which have either gone missing or turned up in strange places  - such as his bathtub." [/b][/color] She smirked, took a drag from the cigarette, and looked at the group of people before her.  [color=E6C2FF][b]"I wonder what the shock on Mister Meyers' face must have looked like.  In any case, Mister Meyers' has invited us to his abode to discuss the missing valuables."[/b][/color]  Bitsy snapped the file shut and tossed it unceremoniously back onto her desk.