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Thorne:*chuckling* Semi-regular? Do you pop over there every third Friday or something?

Hades:More like every quarter century or so.

Kingston:Hey, Daddy G!

Gavin and Caleb both turn to him, then scowl.

Asher:*snickers*Wrong daddy, Count Chocula. Wait till Remi hears about this.

Gavin:*groans*

Caleb:What do you want, Kingston?

Kingston:Did you hear what he said? You’re not the oldest guy in the room anymore!

Caleb:I’ll thank you to shut your mouth, Mr. Farrell.

Thorne:*snorts* Good luck with that. If you crack the code, will you give it to me? I’ve been trying to shut him up since the day we met.

Tor stands and walks to the display.

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Tor:We’re forgetting a key part of this strategy. Lilith said we needed to get all the players on the board. As we can see here...

Tor points to the display.

Alek:There are only three sets of us here. Butwe don’t know who the fourth group is.

Hook:Care to elaborate? For the rest of us who don’t share twin brains.

Ben:I s-see. E-each horsewoman h-had a child. W-we’re all c-connected s-somehow.

Kai:So you’re saying Famine has spawn of her own in play?

Thorne:How can you be sure? Death won. What need is there of a fourth group?

Alek:She would have been prepared for her turn.

Asher:Pan and I are living proof of that. Our bitch of a mom made two so her plan could be played out.

Alek:See? It stands to reason there’s a kid out there somewhere, likely as tangled up in this as the rest of us.

Tor:Exactly.

Tor nods and slaps his hand across the crude illustration of Famine on the board.

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Tor:We need to find out who this one is and find the final players.

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Asher reappears on the screen.

Asher:You still with me? I know that was a lot. Trust me, I sat through that meeting live. We were all reeling as much as I’m sure you probably are. And like us, I’m sure you are left with more questions than answers. But that’s why we’re sending out the puffin signal. If you received this, we need your help. Not just with the final battle but in figuring out who the final players are. Not only could they be in grave danger, but if my suspicion is right, then they might just be the key to saving us all.

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