Well, that wasn't very nice.

Someone has blown up my car.

Hello, Godlings. Have you all been playing nicely together? I do hope so. You'll need to.

You've done well otherwise so far. Finding your lost treasures. But those won't be enough. There is more to find.

[Filter: Celts]
A secret has been lost in Eire, and it sings where the living voices went silent.

[Filter: Egyptians]
Once your blood ran through the veins of kings, and their power remains there buried. Find it, and it is yours again.

[Filter: Greeks]
Westward where the son of Troy, and the children of Venus and Mars brought forth their power, a piece remains.

[Filter: Hindu]
Far in the East, near where warriors come forth from the earth, a touch of power remains. Its music can make you dance again.

[Filter: Judeo-Christians]
You must seek the song in the wilderness again to find the lost power, far to the Devil's own continent.

[Filter: Norse]
The mountains hold secrets again, high in the clouds, but you must go south to seek the power that was lost. It sings in the shadow of the lost city.

[/filters]

Remember. You must strike while the time is hot. Let it grow cool, and it may slip through your fingers.

[Filter: Egyptians]

For the record? Breaking into zoo labs is not my favorite thing to do. All those snakes. Not to my liking.

But, mission accomplished. I have the scale. Where do we want to keep it?

[Filter: Egyptians]

So. I want to hear what you've come up with for baby names. I want to know what to call my little god-kitten. Maybe get something personalized.

Would a scale be too much for a baby present? Because I'm going to get it. New moon. Got the plan worked out. Don't want to put it with the Wadjet, though. Bad news to do that.

Fucking shit. If they've gotten sentient enough to start sending me e-mails, I think I'm fucked.

tHeRe. I played along. I did the registering thing. I posted. Now please, stop.

[Easter weekend, Bastet headed to California to visit her brother over the holiday. And make a side trip or two to a museum. Specifically, the one hiding their artifact. It took her breath away. The Wadjet itself. The real one--she could feel it thrumming with power. That night, she broke in and stole it for herself. Easy as pie.]

[Filter: Egyptians]
Hey guys... The Easter Kitty picked up a special little goodie for us. When can I come to New York to show you?

[Phone Call to Seth]

Heeeeeey. Seth. Question for you. What is the best way to get your friend's attention? You know which one I mean.

[Email to Seth]

So... been doing some research about a certain facility up your way. I think I've got a plan of attack to recover a certain something. But, once we have it back, what do you want to do with it?

Hey, Norse people!

So, looks like a certain magician has pulled off the ultimate trick. He made himself disappear. Don't know where he's gone. Dropped by his place to check in with him. Totally gone. He didn't even pack anything. Just... poof. Gone.

Anyway, found something in there, this piece of paper. It had a poem written on it:

The last becomes first as a great tool
To restore the Asgardian Nation
Seek the key to begin anew the rule
In the Community of True Inspiration

Hope that means something to you.

Even in the desert, even in this city, winter has a way of making everything less fun.

I need stimulus. Someone, be interesting.

[Filter: Egyptians]

Oh, hey... Almost forgot... The business I'm doing here in Vegas, we should have the job wrapped up on Christmas Eve. So I can head out after that. Probably very, very soon after that.

I can appreciate persistence, but really, spamming my business email is not the best way to get positive attention from me.

But I suppose it's also effective. This is Ebony Duron, how can I help you?

I'd say it's time the three of us had a chat.

Hey, Kitty Baby! Your favorite illusionist here. Feel like working a little magic with me? Give me a call.

Okay, I give in; I'll post on this thing.

Hi, my name is Tara. I used to be Astarte. Worked the chariot beat. Now I'm a New York engineer. So Hi.

How often does this getting kidnapped and temporarily brainwashed thing happen, exactly?


[Private to Kali] Ms. Talbot? Can we talk?

What exactly is the meaning of all this? Come on, folks, I have a very busy schedule. I don't have time to read every kooky fan email I get.

I suppose I don't really need to introduce myself, but here goes ... I am Sky Traveler, Illusionist Extraordinaire. My closest friends call me Connor.

Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

You know, when you're the security director for a major hotel/casino, having suspicious emails hijacking the printers doesn't look too good on your part.

But, I'm here now: Kitty Richmond, director of security for the MGM Grand Casino/Hotel. Someone mind filling me in on the rest?