[A/N]: I'd like to apologize for the previous format of the story. Centered isn't real great for reading. :/ From now on it'll be in normal format. And I'd also like to apologize for the major hiatus.
The next morning at approximately nine o'clock, everyone was sitting in the council room, going over the information they had so far. Sherlock and Niklaus were standing in front of a map full of tacks, discussing Descourades' previous hits and possible future targets. Tony was hacking every database he could to obtain information on the man. Oliver was arranging and rearranging sheets on information on a big bulletin board, muttering about connections. Carrie was helping Tony by the computer, and Dean was attempting to help Oliver, but he kept cracking jokes. Elsa and Loki kind of felt useless, sitting in their chairs, not sure what to do.
Suddenly, Sherlock threw up his hands. "Oh, I can't believe I didn't see this before! It's so obvious!"
"It's not obvious to me, mate," Niklaus muttered.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "The attacks are happening in a specific pattern. They are definitely not random." He picked up his file on Alanora and flipped through it. "Ah ha!" He pulled out a piece of paper with a flourish. "This symbol!" He pointed to the swirling seal of Alanora. He then grabbed a pencil and lightly traced on the map. When finished, he stepped back to reveal that the places attacked were points on the seal.
Niklaus noticed something. He grabbed a red pen and circled the main point of the symbol. "This is Washington, D.C." He glanced at the grim faces in the room. "He's planning to take out the United States first."
[A/N]: I'm sorry it's so short! I'm going to be updating this now once a week. Until next time!