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His head turned his head at his name, the security man bracing himself for a remark from the boss as to his actions. That would be just what they would need. Thank Merlin for small favors as instead of a reprimand, Hugo took further care of the man he had wrangled as well as Flamsteed, adding his own warning out the suspicious items that were playing a part in today’s troubles. So they all seemed to be on the same page…well at least the ones currently trying to keep the mind controlled coworkers from harming themselves.
A win.
“I was beginning to think it was good to be back…” he mused in response to Conley’s greeting when he joined the fray. But then dealing with potential mistakes of his division...was making him wonder. That counted three department heads on the conscious side and the head of Mysteries swimming with his clothes on. His attention moving back to those underwater only for them to lose the battle with Sophie who added her own head into the water to see or hear whatever was happening beneath the watery surface. Simon couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. Really? He had thought Brody and he had been getting through to her.
Any curiosity over what was catching their attention was answered when Indigo spoke in the weird disembodied voice the words vibrating through the water.
"They live their lives beneath the sea,
A shoal, a school, a pod they be.
They ask just to be left alone,
Beings of water, the deep their home.
But you folk two-legged and bold,
Not content with what you hold,
Disrupt the peace in ocean deep
And seize Poseidon's gifts they keep.
Return us, the wealth you stole,
Return to them or pay the toll.
Your two-legged kin are safe, for now,
But not forever, this their vow."
“Well that answers some questions,” he remarked to those above water. “Return the conch and trident to the merfolk and our people are returned.” He could totally go along with that. Taking hold of his wand once more, he conjured a secure container like the ones his division used to confiscate anything people tried to get past. As an afterthought, he added a soundproof spell to the box knowing it was only going to get loud and screechy again.
Now for some fishing again.
“Accio!” he cast, aiming at the conch first as the smaller item of the two. The man using the box to catch it rather than touch the spell item for his own safety and closing it around it. One down…one to go. The trident might be a bit trickier to maneuver into the long case.
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