“Did you pick up anything from Brom while you were working under him?”
“I honestly just tried to stay the fuck away from the bastard. Easy to do when I can evade by slipping into the Shadow Realm. And you Fates, it’s not like you can just break in. I'm pretty sure it’s the one place you all can’t go, unless allowed or helped.”
Cyrus’ eyes widened at that. “We can’t?”
“You can’t, as far as I know. And Brom sure as shit couldn’t get in when I did it right in front of him.”
“I didn’t know that. But I suppose I should have realized it, based on how personalized Shadow Realms are, and considering it’s hard for you Dwellers to even break into someone else's if it's unwanted.”
“Yeah. Brom though, the man’s intense. He was pissed off, for sure, but it was like his need to know where the fuck you are, and bring you back, was almost an obsession. What about you? Know anything about him?”
“Not much. I know he is old, much older than anyone here, but he wasn’t someone my parents let me be around much. I really only knew of him due to some of the decisions he spearheaded while on the council.
“But I think I’ve met him before, by accident. It was one of the times when I really remember my father being adamant that I stay the hell away from someone. Yet, I can’t picture him.” Cyrus frowned. “You know, it’s odd, but I don’t even think Ender’s paranoid ass has looked him up, despite all of the problems he’s been causing.”
Severo pursed his lips. “That is odd. With how Ender is, I’d think the first thing he’d do when the name came up would be to unearth whatever he could about him.” The man sighed. “I suppose, we’ll figure something out. In the meantime, vacation, I guess…”
Killian sat on the floor next to Seri, while the Water Nymph scrolled through their lists of names. Ender was asleep in his nest, on top of his eggs, cuddling up with Skya. It had only taken a week and a day for Skya to lovingly nickname Ender Snakey.
He looked over at the Nymph when the man cleared his throat.
Seri smiled hesitantly, before setting the tablet aside. “I…”
“What is it?”
The Cryptid grimaced, before blurted, “I want you to help me find someone.”
His brow rose at that. “Who?”
“Well, less find and more possibly send in a rescue team.”
He smiled. “Again, who?”
“Emmet Finley.”
“Your old professor?”
“Yes. I wanted to bring it up sooner, but the first night we got here, we were just too tired, and then Ender gave birth, and it didn’t seem like the right time. But I just feel horrible for waiting so long, and I just?—”
“Seri, just tell me what is going on. I’ll help however I can. Though, in terms of sending out a rescue, that’s going to come down to Ender, I suspect.”
The Water Nymph took a calming breath, before blurting out a whole lot at once.
He blinked a few times as his brain processed it all. “So, you’re thinking, whoever he was working for is now holding him prisoner?”
“I think so? He still hasn’t answered back…”
“Okay, let me text all that to Soren, and he will send it to the people in the Intel Center. We can go from there. I’ll also try to get a laptop I can use in the bedroom, and look into it myself as well.”
Seri sighed in relief. “Thank you. Severo was going to look into it, but then…what happened, happened.”
“No problem,” Killian said as he pulled his phone out and quickly sent off a very long text to Soren. He rolled his eyes when all he got was a thumbs up, before pocketing his phone again after letting it collapse back into a cube.
Killian shifted uncomfortably when he found Seri now smiling sheepishly at him. “What?”
“So…tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
