Alistair Oh was in his study back in his home in Korea. It had only been a few days since the discovery of the last clue. And yet it feels like a new lifetime, he thought. As Alistair was finishing up his search of patients for more recent inventions- most of which he was making plans to modify- Ned knocked on the door.
"Dinner is ready, Uncle," he said.
"I'll be done in a minute then." Ned nodded and left the room. Alistair smiled to himself. The Starling Triplets were staying with Alistair since their parents were on yet another research trip.
Not much was ever really known about the Starlings' parents…except to Alistair-a fellow Ekat. They were obsessed with their research; so much so that their children adapted to a sort of forced independence. For them, the Ekat strongholds were second homes.
But…perhaps staying with me for a while wouldn't be so bad for them would it? Alistair thought. He turned off his laptop and began walking towards the door when some sort of projectile was thrown through the window. In an instant, green gas filled the room and, just before everything went black, he felt a pair of gloved hands cover his mouth.
Downstairs, the Starling Triplets waited…and waited and waited. After a while, they got anxious.
"Are you sure he was alright?" Ted asked Ned. Annoyed, Ned rolled his eye and tried to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Come on, my headaches only occur at one in the afternoon once a week. He seemed like he was perfectly fine." When the two boys reached the top, they found Sinead rooted to her spot in the doorway of the second door to the right-Alistair's study.
"What happened?" Ned asked.
"What? Tell us. And…make sure to describe it well," Ted added. His treatment was a bit slow and he was only able to make out blurs now. But 20/20 vision wouldn't have changed the scene or the facts.
"He's gone," Sinead breathed, while her tear hit the floor.