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Horsemen

Merritt looked on at the situation happening in the living room and wanted to laugh – he almost did, but not quite. After a while Jack had eventually woken up on his own and trudged up to his room, causing enough racket on his way there that Henley had woken up as well. She had brought a glass of water and two Advil to his room and then left without a word. Apparently she was saving all she wanted to say for this moment.

Jack was sitting on the floor in front of the couch looking disheveled with one leg sprawled in front of him and the other tucked under his chin. He listened to Henley lecture him without saying a word. Through the lecture his eyes started drifting closed – probably due to the smashing hangover he still had – and Merritt was actually concerned the kid might just fall over.

"Are you listening to me at all?" Henley exclaimed loudly – too loudly for the hung-over – and grabbed Jack by the shoulders. "Why would leave without telling us?"

Jack stayed silent and watched a fixed point on the wall behind Henley, refusing to look at her. Merritt realized they had yet to inform Henley that this was apparently a repeat performance of Jack's. She didn't know he wasn't in the cabin half the time.

"Jack!" She growled, frustrated, giving him a firm shake.

Jack grimaced at the movement but Henley was unimpressed. "Why do you care?" Jack asked quietly. He regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth but he couldn't take it back now. He was always cheerful around the other horsemen, always happy and smiling. He never let his mask slip and he had just said one of the sulkiest things he possibly could have to the biggest worrier of the group. "I'm sorry! Henley, I didn't mean it," he said quickly.

"Jack," Henley said, "why?"

Jack tried to pull together a smile, only partly succeeding, and looked Henley in the eye saying, "It was nothing, Henley, and I'm just really tired. It was nothing," he gave the most convincing laugh he could muster and said; "if I knew you'd be so worried I wouldn't have done it, mom."

Henley let go of Jack's shoulders and rocked back onto her heels, considering him. He had laughed and told her it was ok and he was sorry and it was convincing. Jack could see the moment she was convinced and let it go. He sighed internally in relief – or was it disappointment? – and said, "I really need to sleep."

"Alright," Henley said, resuming the elderly sister disposition, "Go back to sleep, you troublemaker."

Jack gave a halfhearted chuckle and trudged back up the stairs unsure if he was disappointed with her that she didn't see through his lies or disappointed with himself that, even now, he couldn't bring himself to confide in the people he had come to trust the most.

FBI

Dylan sat in his living room with Alma discussing whatever they wanted – because they could. She knew he was part of the Eye of Horus and they never told each other another lie. He still worked with the FBI and she still worked with Interpol – one must keep up appearances. They hadn't moved in together but they did spend a lot of time together when they weren't solving cases and Dylan wasn't on business for the Eye. Alma was very interested in the Eye and asked questions frequently. She knew she would never be a part of it – she simply wasn't a master of magic – and she had accepted it quickly enough and instead kept up with the Four Horsemen via Dylan.

After the horsemen had been relocated Dylan kept weekly phone call schedules with each of them to make sure everything was still going smoothly and to warn them of any FBI business concerning them. Alma had gone back to report to her boss after the case had been lost fearing that she would be immediately put back behind the desk, but after a glowing report of how helpful she had been and how she had been the one always catching onto their tricks when no one else had her boss had been placated. Alma, immediately after hearing about this report, confronted Dylan straight away of course but Dylan smirked and claimed innocence. Not that Alma was complaining – she still had the field job. They were happy.

Dylan smiled as Alma laughed at something witty he had said when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Just a minute," he said to her and opened his phone seeing it was his work calling. "Agent Rhodes," he said.

"Dylan, this is Michael," the agent answered. "We found the Horsemen. They're in Vermont. They're prepping a team now and want you at the base as soon as possible. They're giving the team the go ahead in thirty minutes. They're already in Vermont."

Dylan froze for a fraction of a second and then said, "Thank you Michael. Tell them I'll be there as soon as possible." He hung up his phone and turned to Alma with a grim look. There was no way he could get to Vermont from Washington D.C. in ten minutes and the best he could do was to give the magicians a call. "Shit."

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