The first words to come out of someone's mouth were: "You stole my hand cannon. The Last Word. Is. Mine." This came from the huntress Mia, whose braided hair and green eyes marked her identity and her enduring eyes. Her twin, the Warlock, calmed her down, "Mia, I'm sure it's not the original you found. I'm sure it's a copy. It's not the one you own." Mason sighed, adjusting his tie, "Have a seat, kid."