“Oh. Ummm.. hi.” She said, looking dully into the suited conduit’s eyes. Nearby, Zeke had walked over to the TV and was attempting to do some minor repairs. “So, you staring at me for a reason?”

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“Wait. What was that?” The Syndicate Man stared at the dull, black and white screen. A large, thick nosed man bumped into a child in the Natural History Museum. Even on the awful resolution of the screen, the man could clearly see the child seemed to glow for a moment. “Was that.. don’t tell me.” Johnson stared at his commanding officer. “Um.. sir. What do you mean?”

The Syndicate man walked over to a nearby filing cabinet, placed next to the tower of monitors for the computers. He opened one up and browsed through the letters for a moment, running a finger down the beige folders, until he came to something he recognized. The man pulled it out and walked back over to the screen. He flipped open the folder.

Inside was a complete record of Sebastion Wakefield. His mental history, eating habits, biography, age, gender, weight and height. It was a complete folder of his being. Labeled on the folder in large, black block letters were the words [b]CURDON CAY.[/b] The man flipped through the pages for a moment before coming onto a picture of Sebastian.

A rail thin, pale boy. Looked like a vampire. “Alright, now zoom in on the face. And enhance.” The Syndicate whispered, raising the page up next to the monitor. “Um, sir, I still can’t enhance. That’s not really possible with the current.. alright.” The man scrolled his mouse wheel until the image was completely made up of Sebastion’s face. While it was blurry, it was the clear the two were the same.

“Sebastian Wakefield. I remember him. When the DUP was still functioning, he was one of the prisoners.” The man said, tucking the page back into the folder. “Phantasm Manipulation. The boy could summon ghosts. Augustine was a real big fan of that kid. We’ll need to watch out for him. Maybe drain him.” Johnson nodded before zooming out, and returning back to the crowds filling the halls of the National History Museum.

The Syndicate leader stayed by Johnson’s side, examining the screen. If more Curdon Cay prisoners started to show up, then it should become pretty clear what was happening. “Just.. watch our for any more Curdon Cay releases. I’ll keep the files open.”