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Chapter 1
3rd POV
Unknown Date
London, England, 1:30 AM
Dee walked into the Cinnamon Club Bar. He looked past the chatting couples, the rude waitresses and the drunken fools. Instead, he watched for the contact and immediately saw it: a waitress with reflective sunglasses covering her eyes. The doctor walked over to the woman. She silently walked into the back room and Dee followed her. The woman went through several hallways and rooms, not stopping until she stopped at a closed door with archaic symbols carved into the old wood. She turned the dull brass doorknob and threw open the door, then stepped aside as the door opened, protesting to the sharp movement. The English Magician walked in and the door closed behind him with a groan. The room was extremely simple; am oak table stood on the concrete floor with two chairs on either side. The candle on the table was the lone light source, its light bouncing off the walls, twisting and distorting the peeling grey wallpaper. The only thing peculiar was the rich scent of cinnamon in the air, not like the cheap air fresher smell in the club, but spicy and rich.
"John Dee, it's nice to finally meet you," a female voice said with a mix between a British and a French accent. Something stepped out of the shadows to reveal…
...a girl about fifteen with dyed blonde hair and the same reflective aviators resting on her head the other woman had. Her slate grey eyes, full of pain, anger, and regret but also happiness and amusement, were strangely familiar. She looked like any teenager you would find on the street, or in a high school. But the barely noticeable scars that crisscrossed her pale skin, the twin knives on the belt that wrapped around her waist, and the five stars on the back of her hand marked her as abnormal.
"So, where's the Black Star?" Dee demanded. A small laugh escaped her crimson colored lips.
"I am the Black Star," the young woman told him.
"That's not possible, you're just a child," the doctor said.
The girl scowled at him. "I am not a child," She told him. "Did you just come here to criticize my age?" The girl questioned as she walked over to the table and sat down.
"I want you to help me with a theft," Dee answered.
"Hm, magical or humani?" She asked, adding more of the substance in the glass bottle to her drink.
"Magical," he replied.
"Now that is my specialty," she grinned. "Call me Jazmine, Doctor."
"So what are we talking here? Archon skull, Elder weapon, Next Generation-". Dee cut her off.
"The Book of Abraham the Mage," the Magician said. She frowned.
"The who-what now?" Jazmine asked blankly.
"You've never heard of the Codex?" The Englishman asked exasperatedly.
"I don't pay much attention to Elder business; I'm more concerned about... other matters," she told him, tapping an irregular beat with her long nails on the table. "So where is this book?".
"San Francisco, California."
"Long way out, but I'll do it, for a price, of course."
"What's your price?" He asked her.
"Normally, it would be access to somewhere or an object, but since you claim to be more 'connected' with the Dark Elders than others, I have a different price".
"What is it?" He asked impatiently.
"I want 50 grand for my team and a truce with the Dark Elders for the next 100," she said.
Isis and Osiris won't be happy about this. "Fine" he said, desperate to finally capture the Book from Flamel.
"I have five people, including me, as my crew, but one's gone right now," Jazmine explained. "We'll contact you when she gets back and make the decision then. If you need anything, contact me via Iris message or by scrying."
"Yes, so who is your crew?" Dee questioned her.
Jazmine stood up and grinned. "That, Cherie, is for me to know and you to find out". She snapped her fingers and black smoke swirled around her. Once it cleared, the scent of cinnamon was stronger than ever.
And the Black Star was gone.
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