Clown Calamity

Across the plains of a polluted and trash ride on the street, Olivia and Scott appeared at their destination along with Agent Walker.

“Welcome to Pittsburgh,” Seneca said as she stretched her arms.

“You’ve been here before?,” Scott asked.

“Last time I came here, I had to fight a giant mutated were bear,”

“Were – what?,” Olivia scratched her head.

“Long Story,”

“You know Walker, we need to go on more missions together. You got some crazy stones.”

“Look who’s talking, Nollax. I’ve heard stories on how you took on some Lycans and a freaking god on your own.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,”

The two agents teased each other, much to Olivia’s annoyance.

“Hate to sound like a third wheel but maybe we should focus on finding the soul of the Basilisk.”

“Right,” Seneca said as her eyes ported from Scott’s. “Any clue of where to start?”

“I have that covered,”

Olivia reached into her pocket and pulled out a blue piece of chalk.

“Let’s go to that valley,”

The agents ran into the valley and Olivia drew a spell