He gazed at the history the room contained, and smiled. His mind wandered back to the day they were forced to evacuate, the physical scars on the building having been repaired, but the mental ones—those would take longer. So many friends lost. It had been a brutal attack, but they had survived. Not all the souls, but the history. And their charges. The Oracles of Jupiter and Apollo had been saved, their history had been saved, and they were back.And with a tantalizing new opportunity.He sipped his 1968 Macallan scotch, the harsh bite quickly replaced by a crisp, fresh, numbing feeling as it slid down his throat and rushed through his veins. This was his reward for the end of a long day. Though things had settled down since the attack, since The Protocol had to be enacted, it was still busy. Running a two thousand year old secret organization descendent from the Roman Empire was mentally exhausting. With the large number of deaths at their headquarters, they had been forced to start bringing in members from around the world to staff the positions left vacant.The Triarii had become a corporation of sorts.
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