"The Bureau sent a search warrant," Nicolas said to Flynn, trying to act calm admist the chaos brewing in his mind.
"A Search Warrant? What does that mean?"
"It means I am the list," Nicolas paused to clean his eyes.
A cool breeze blew through, casting a warm feeling of familiarity. The noise of the streets had long died down, save for the movement of few passer-by.
"On the list?" Flynn asked, his curiosity pinged, "It's something terrible?"
"Yes," Nicolas replied, not taking a step forward for a moment. "The list is only for artifacts, gates, and... Maybe Important messages."
"Okay?"
"Now, I know for certain... I would be the number one on the list," Nicolas turned to face Flynn's confused, yet sympathetic facial expression. Of course, it was because of him, this whole situation began.
"More eyes would be fixed on you?" Flynn questioned, wanting to know more about this list.
