The Phoenix Ghost

Vic! & Dancing Around THE Confrontation

This is how I picture Sean Green...

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'Ok Vic, now that the wheels are back on the Blackbourne team, how did you come by the photo of that letter Owen and North left for Sang,' Luke circled back to the issue he was most interested in as he was damn sure those were Sang's hands in the photo. The whole team turned their attention to a slyly grinning Victor,

'I wondered how long it'd take you to get back to that, Luke...' Victor walked over to his desk with purpose as he spoke,

'You all know I received information from Iris Makinen and that I'd been following her 'trails' online. Last night I was obsessing over the photo Uncle sent us of Sang, our children and the Tomas when she responded to me directly through a secure instant messaging connection,' Victor smirked at the gaping mouth expression on Luke's and several of his other team members' faces,

'Are you saying you chatted online with Iris?' Owen asked Victor to clarify. Victor grinned widely at his teammate,

'Actually, I didn't just 'chat' with Iris.... I also got to communicate directly with Sang,' the room exploded on that little piece of news,

'Are you sure, Victor?'

'What the fuck, Vic! Why are we just hearing about this now?!'

'Vic! How could you keep something like that from us?'

'Holding out on the team, eh, Morgan?'

'Fuck me! Can I see the conversation?'

'You actually spoke with Pookie?!'

'No way, man! You sly fucker!'

'You let me see that conversation right now, dammit!'

Victor chuckled as he dramatically swung the monitor toward the group for the third time in 24 hours to show the conversation thread, the icon red indicating the person was not presently online:

Are you there?

I'm here, Iris.

I see you followed my bread crumbs... I know someone who is looking for you... Someone you left behind for an ephemeral other...

I'm glad little bird is looking for me, but I did not leave her for anyone. She is my world. Always will be.

We still have the letter, asshole! (Edited)

What letter? I wrote no letter when we left.

Received JPEG

I swear on Vivaldi's 'Winter', Princess that I did not write or even know of that letter until this moment.

We see.

We want to continue this conversation but we have to go for now. We will be available tomorrow at this same time to continue....

Bye, Vic. Better luck next time coding a tracer program, söta prins.

I'll be here, Princess, Ōjo (Unseen)

All eight Blackbournes looked at Victor in wonder,

'Holy shit, you actually found her...' Gabe whistled in amazement. Victor shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck,

'I wouldn't say that, Gabe. It's more like Iris found me. She's scary good at what she does...' Victor trailed off and three of his brothers cocked their heads at the tone of his voice. Owen, Sean and Kota gave each other a significant look,