It was a quiet day at the Annex. Jenkins was going about his usual rounds, making sure that everything was spick and span and that nothing was out of place. He was the caretaker, after all, and if Judson had enough faith to put him in charge of the most important branch of the Library, then he was going to prove that he deserved it.
But something had been bothering him lately. That woman, Lucinda McCabe...no, Morgan Le Fay. The one who had betrayed Arthur and brought down Camelot, plunging humanity into an age of darkness and anarchy. If only he had stopped her all those years ago, when he was still an honorable Knight of the Round Table, then he would have never become immortal. No, he, and his comrades, would have ended their days as fine lords, feasting, hunting, and maintaining the legacy of the great kingdom they had once served.
The sound of the Door opening snapped him out of his dream. A bright, blue light and a whoosh of wind blew through the Annex as familiar voices were heard.
"Jones, you idiot!"
"It's not my fault they suck at poker!"
"Maybe if you weren't cheating half the time..."
"Technically, he only had a 15% chance of being caught..."
"Not now, Cassandra! Do we still have the artifact?"
Colonel Eve Baird, the trusted Guardian of the Library, unwrapped a small bundle that Cassandra had tucked under her arm. Inside was the Library's latest acquisition, the Eye of Graeae.
"Excellent job, Colonel."
"Jenkins, the next time you send us to steal something from three old witches in a dingy gambling parlor in Tampa, maybe give us a little heads-up. You know, the responsible thing to do?"
"Colonel, I have complete confidence in your abilities. You don't need me to tell you what to do."
"This isn't about your confidence, it's about..."
Suddenly, the Clippings Book began to thrash around violently. Jenkins managed to pin it down before it flew off and checked the newest page.
"There's been an incident in northern Maine."
"Says here that several people have been injured by "unexplained circumstances". Sounds like magic to me."
"Does the Library have any records on magic users in Maine?"
"No, Colonel, because there aren't any. Whoever's behind this is powerful, and until we know more, there's no telling who or what they could be."
"Stone, Cassandra, Jones, we're heading to Maine."
"Actually, I think I'll just stay here..."
"Not gonna happen, Jones." Baird grabbed his arm as the team ran through the Door.