A loud knock resounded from the giant door at the end of a cathedral like hall way. A young lady wearing black robe with a eye mask, approaches the door and knocks the door in a series of knocks in a form of a melody and stops half through then places her ear to the centre of the door. Another series of knocks continuing the melody. She opens the door to a pair of men in the door with their faces covered by there hoods.
"Welcome back General" She says as she bows and moves to the side making path for the men. "What was that!? How could he see us I'm sure I used the scroll Eldrid faces us correctly!" He shouts throwing his robe in the face of the women standing to side of him. "Sir, I'm sure you're capable, They did say he was a Rank 5 or above. Your only a Rank 5 so its expected to be a stalemate at best" The man beside him said while patting him on the shoulder. "Still it was a job from a friend of the Master, now we failed this could have serious consequences!" He yelled at him spraying saliva in his face. He then enters a door adjacent to a stained glass window and quickly closes it behind him. "I told you to knock the next time you came in" said a elderly man sitting cross-legged sorting through a stack or paper, stamp in hand. "Don't act like you didn't notice me" grumbled the General as he sat down of a gold incrusted chair in front of the desk.
The elderly man smiled and continued to stamp the mountain of papers. "So how did it go?" he said handing him a glass filled with ice and a bronze substance. Whiskey. "As you can probably already tell, we failed miserably" said the General taking a sip of the whiskey and leaning back a little in his chair. 'Brook, I know you have a big ego and would rather die by shitting yourself than die by a supposed Rank 1" The elderly man said stamping down on another paper and moving it to the side. "I know I won't go out to look for him" Brook growned taking another sip of the whiskey readjusting his posture. "You don't have to either way, your partner planted a Seeing Incantation on him" the elderly man said bringing a crystal ball from a draw beneath the desk and places it on the table.
"At least we caught a break" said Brook cracking his neck and knuckles almost as if he was stretching. A pastel green glow shined from the globe and instantaneously a video feed of Urza sleeping was playing on the surface of the ball. The elderly man slides the ball across to Brook and said "You see, you don't plan ahead, you only think because of your high rank your able to handle anything". Brook grumbled staring at the ball intensely. A knock resounded from the door behind them. "Yes?" the elderly man said making a hand movement opening the seemingly heavy door. "Master, The Crimun Family are here. Should I send them in?" The young woman from the entrance said as she pointed towards the entrance of the building. "Yes, let them in and offer to handle there coats". Minutes passed and a few people entered the room through the door. "Well.. Where is he!?" shouted the middle aged man from the store. "There has been a altercation, he is stronger than expected" said the Master quickly looking at Brook and looked back towards them.
"Oh, How surprising!?" A women shouted putting her hands on her hips and leaning her head foward like she was trying to intimidate them. "Be patient and wait" the Master said with a smile on his face. The women stomped and started to shout "How dare you address me like th-" she was quickly interrupted by the Master as he reacted "Wait" sending a frightening amount of killing intent towards her.
The family being quickly defeated left the room and closed the door behind them. "Haha... quite comical" said a young man as he entered the door with a cup of tea in hand. He was wearing a plain red collard shirt with a black suit vest and pants with ankle high boots. "Vänt, old friend its been quite a while" said Master as he stood up and walked towards Vänt offering a hand shake. Vänt walked past his hand and walked towards the crystal ball saying "Oh, so this is him? He's more handsome than I thought he would be, but not as much as me" He brushed his hand across the length of the desk soon returning it to his pocket. "We don't need your help!" said Brook standing up in front of Vänt chest forward like a gorilla. "This doesn't interest me in the slightest. You can have your little scrimmage, I mean it's just a fight between two pussies" said Vänt in a mocking tone staring daggers toward Brook. Brook leaned forward clenching his fist "Why you little-" He grumbled but has soon interrupted by the Master, "Both of you do it in your spare time."