It was another glorious day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and they had absolutely no idea how to retrieve the information they needed. The Lions were clearly on their tails, while Staccato seemed nowhere to be found. Banshee had poked here and there with her little circle of worker friends at the Order, but it all accounted for nothing, in the end. Nobody knew anything about the small, black-hooded Mage.

Banshee and Chico were around the breakfast table. The clock chimed noon, and they both munched unenthusiastically on their Cheerio's, one with beer and one with tequila.

Banshee was going to comment on the perfect pairing between the sweet honey of Cheerio's and the bitter sparkling of beer, when the room abruptly shook. It was a violent vibration.

The Mexican and the Irish looked into each other's eyes with the same, immediate look of sudden worry.

«Aw Jesus wept, not again...» she whispered.

They remained silent. One second. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Their hands started to relax.

Then the blender started to sound like an air raid siren from WWII and to emit an intermittent red light. Chico hid his face in his hands, Banshee threw back her head to point her eyes at the ceiling.

«...again.» stated Chico, after a long groan.

The fridge's door opened, and Vopros marched out, as serene as if it was something normal to do. He closed it behind himself. Then he looked at his companions. Turned on himself to look at the fridge. Opened it again and entered in it, closing the door behind himself. In a matter of seconds, he emerged from the bathroom. Looked at his companions. Looked at the bathroom door.

Banshee and Chico were simply sitting there, incapable of anything, even thinking.

Vopros looked at them for the third time, clasping his hands behind his back.

«We have problem.» he sentenced, in a peaceful matter-of-factly way.

«We noticed.» was Chico's calm answer.

«Well, it could be worse, couldn't it? What's it this time exactly?» asked Banshee.

«I think I warped space. You enter door, you exit another door, but not right one.» summarized Vopros, after his brief experience. «I botched smartphone hack ritual. It could been worse.» he confirmed Banshee's words, and along the spines of the two other mages ran a deep, chilling shiver. They always preferred not to think about the many times they risked blowing up because Vopros was building mysterious, and often explosive, contraptions downstairs, in his off-limits garage.

«So, the doors don't match with the rooms anymore?» asked Chico, standing up and walking towards the door of his and Banshee's room. He entered it and found himself on the landing outside their main door. Scratching his head, he knocked. Banshee opened the main door, but she opened on the kitchen cabinet.

With a groan, they started opening everything in the house that could be classified as "door". Apparently, the main door was connected with the kitchen cabinets over the sink. It took five attempts and Vopros ending up in the garden before they could let Chico into the house again.

«This is plain ridiculo!» he blurted, as soon as they found themselves all together in the living room. «We can't live like this!»

«And yet, we will.» sighed Banshee.

«And why would we? We suddenly great fans of puzzles?» asked Chico, ironic.

«The only way we're getting out of this situation is by dispelling the botch. And are ye really, really sure ye want our Enforcer to have something else to reproach us about?» she answered readily, looking at him almost with a challenge in her voice. «You know that, theoretically, we shouldn't make complex rituals in buildings with civilians. We never really gave a fuck, and neither did he, but this is not the time to push our luck.»

Vopros had already taken out a sharpie.

«So, we do map. Then we don't get lost.» he sentenced. It took some time convincing Chico, but in the end even he had to admit they had no choice.

They spent at least two hours mapping their apartment anew and drawing the map on the wall over the sofa in the living room.

«Ok, that's it then. We have it all.» Chico sighed. The lines connecting the various spots of the house were perfectly straight, and Vopros had worked without any drawing implements. It could even be considered art, one day.

«Well, good thing is, now our house's fluxes are so fucked up that if the Lions would try and scry us they'll surely be up fer a surprise!» Banshee said, shaking her head. «So, the Smartphone is lost?»

«It was protected and encrypted.» he replied.

«So?»

«It was.»

He put a hand in his pocket and took out a burner phone that lightened up showing a group photo of the Lion's Charge, with Mariposa in the middle, as a background and a number of strange apps. He gave it to Banshee.

«Man. They're bordering creepy.» Chico commented, looking from over the woman's shoulder.

She opened the IM app and saw a message group called "Lion's Roar". He opened it and started to scroll, but all the messages had been deleted the night before. Except for Glory's last one.

«I save some of it before Avalanche hack it. Couldn't save all.» Vopros explained.

The others didn't comment, they eyes transfixed on the last texts Glory had sent to the group.

White room with a white table is, roger (Diviner's creepy, huh?)? I'll jump on Banshee. She's tough but she's has nothing on me! You confirm? Do I go?

«Aye, I have nothing and you have your ass, I just handed it to you.» Banshee grumbled.

«Diviner? They paid a Diviner?» Chico had his eyes wide open. «Those cost arms and legs! Man, maybe we should put more effort in becoming first rank!»

«Divination is boring. What's the fun in playing if you already know everything?» Banshee replied. «But how could they scry an artifact? Wasn't it the point that the thing wasn't divinable?»

«Diviner, good Diviner and we know they can pay good one, finds artefact fluxes and run around them, scrying details around. Then you investigate and try to understand where artefact is. It's clue, not fact. That's how you find them in temples in jungles. Or Calisota.» Chico and Banshee shut up in complete silence while Vopros explained, he was the only one between them able to use the Know magic, even if not the complete evolution of Divination. «They did so and found clue, and they investigate. But they have no Scryer to follow us constantly, and no time, so they attack us.»

«We, on the other hand, know perfectly who could go to this table. We just have to Scry him, and when he enters a white room with a white table badabum, we go and get the music box!» Banshee gleamed, once the idea popped right in her mind, catching up with the Russian.

«Yes, but you met River, not Vopros, so he can't scry him. It's bad enough we don't have his name but his warname...» Chico pointed out.

«So, I'll scry him.» Banshee shrugged the problem away.

Both of them looked at her as if she had just declared to be English.

«Banshee, you can't scry someone if you don't have natural Know magic. You can't study Know magic or Divination.» Chico, patiently, explained.

«I'm not as good as Vopros but I scry little things from time to time. How do ye think I always find me socks?»

Another awkward silence fell.

«We don't care. She can use it, we can do ritual. She touched the guy. You touched the guy?» Vopros interrupted Chico's incoming conference about magic. Banshee nodded.

«Yeah, way more than I wanted, in a way.»

«You know things about him?»

«Some...»

«We make do. Let's prepare ritual. I help you, we do this.»

«But you already botched a spell today, and now we live in a circus! Do we want to risk a barely trained mage to try a ritual in magic she barely knows?» Chico tried to stop them, to no avail.

«That's a plus! I mean, statistically, ye can't botch two spells in one day, can ye?»