First Signs
Ivan wheeled into the warehouse. "Uh, Twilight, Christine has a message for you."
Rex looked around. "If its that table lamp trying to sell us something, ignore it."
Ivan shook. "Who are you talking about?"
"Brass Joe. He runs a retro game store out of an old laundromat," Rex said. "Ever since Christine bought something from him, he's been e-mailing us nonstop." Mint entered the warehouse.
"I think you've gotta see this," Mint said.
Twilight and Rex entered the house. Christine had closed out of whatever game she was playing. "Wanna see?" she asked, irritated. "Fine, I'll show you."
A message flashed onscreen from a strange E-mail Address.
Hello,
Is this Twilight's house?
I know you did business with my friends back in Light City.
Wait till I tell some of your new friends what you did.
Tempest
Twilight's eyes widened. She nearly fainted, but Ivan was there to help her stay on her "feet".
Tempest hopped around the computer desk, waiting for a response.
Morris shuddered. "Boss, you're making me uncomfortable."
"Oh, sorry, I get a little anxious," Tempest replied.
There was a beep. Tempest approached Morris.
"Hmm, she'll do anything..." Tempest said, stroking his "chin". "I have ideas."