Negotiations were short

“London, Nineteen Sixty-three.” It was nothing like the London they knew. The London eye caught theirs as it lurched to life, devoid of spokes or motors. The whole city was much greener too with many of the buildings incorporating nature into their design. Electricity buzzed through the air along invisible conduits of pure magic. “Right, we’ve got our targets. We know there are two shooters and one Chet and we know where they’re probably going to be so we each go to each location and we should find him.” The group nodded in agreement. “Blindside, you go with your siblings.” Lore felt something then, for a moment, their vision was gone.
“Lore, you alright?” Char was already holding their eyes open.
“I’m fine now.” They turned to their left and looked at the grass where Pwy’he had been stood. “Clever git. Blind me and run.”
“What?” Then she realised. “Pip! He was just there! Track him.”
“Can’t.” Lore knelt down and picked up his ring from the grass. “Clever git.” They repeated.
“What about his clothes? They’re not from around here.” Varkral shook his head.
“He’ll be fine. Blindside, go with Char go to our target, I’ll go get Pwy’he. Varkral, your group hasn’t changed. Meet back here once Merlyn’s dead.” They all nodded and went their separate ways.
His size made slipping through the crowds much easier as he danced his way towards his target. The world around him wasn’t built for him, not yet at least. It was far too tall. His heart was beating like a drum in his ears as it anxiously pumped its hardest. His training with Lore had given him the endurance but not the practical experience. The claustrophobia coupled with the anxiety and adrenaline was a recipe for peak performance and then some but it had its drawbacks. His brain was firing faster than ever before, buzzing with thoughts and possibilities. It felt as though it was trying to free itself from his skull as he pressed further into the city. He had no real idea of where he was going but his gut was an expert. Left, right and left again as he followed his senses through the city. Faces blurred as he whipped through the streets but one consistently caught his eye. At first he was suspicious. Second time was coincidental but the third, the third time told him he was being followed. Trying to remember what Lore had taught him, he ducked into the closest shop that looked like it sold clothing. That’s where encounter number four took place. He was searching for anything to obscure his face without being obvious when his stalker caught up with him. On the other side of the mirror, there he was. He was somewhere between sadness and relief when he realised he was running from his own reflection. He took a moment. He barely recognised himself. It took some effort but eventually, he caught his own gaze. His mother’s eyes with Lore’s blue-grey twist. They looked confused at what they saw. It was almost painful but he didn’t know why. There was a pressure on his shoulder yet nothing he could see. Its sudden occurrence startled him but as soon as it had begun, it was over. It left a residual warmth but only deepened his sadness. Realising he was in no immediate danger, he continued running. Not wanting to draw any actual attention, he stuck to back alleys and cycling lanes as he traversed the city. It wasn’t much further but he could have been wrong.
Meanwhile. Every now and then, Lore got a glimpse of where he was. It wasn’t much but they could see him. The only issue was that every time they got a glimpse, Pwy’he would know. They followed him as best they could with the small glance they had of his surroundings. Second look got them back on track but they could have sworn that he was onto them. They went for a third and that theory was confirmed. “Fine, if I can’t see you, I’ll settle for seeing everything.” Lore muttered under their breath. They looked to their immediate area and seeing it empty they cloaked themselves in Time’s energy. “Never mind.” They were about to fly to the top of the high rise on their left but remembered their new abilities. As if by instinct, they grabbed at their scar and from it, an orb of darkened purple energy. Tossing it against the wall created a portal through which, their destination could be seen. “Nice.” They smiled as they passed through. From their new vantage point, most of the city was visible but still Pwy’he illuded them. “One more.” They said casting their gaze towards him. This time was different. They were able to hold it for longer this time but with it came something they weren’t ready for. Emotion. They looked to him through his reflection. They thought their abilities broken as their own eyes stared back at them but the feelings they were feeling were certainly not their own. They had felt it before but not for a while. Their eyes welled up, filling with tears that weren’t their own. “Oh Pwy’he…” Lore whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Their heart split in twain and their stomach fell to the floor. They struggled to swallow the second hand emotion, knowing it was just as hard, if not harder for the original feeler. Paralysed, Lore simply stood at the edge of the building’s roof.
“Chet, I presume.” It had been minutes since his flight through the shop and he was finally where he wanted to be. Chet, alone and seemingly unarmed.
“And I’m guessing you’re not here to buy.” Chet reached into his jacket. He held his hand there.
“Actually, I’m here to sell.” Pwy’he smiled. “You’re here to make sure your relics are the only remnants of the non-magical world right.” Chet nodded. “Well, what would the opposite be worth?” Chet looked at him confused.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“In exchange for allowing Merlyn to get killed, I’ll give you the key to the last remnants of the magical world in the new non-magical world.” Pwy’he dangled Varkral’s keys. “Varkral, son of Alrek’s house keys. He gets final call on what you can keep though.”
“Varkral you say…” He paused for a moment. “If you can assure me that his stuff won’t be destroyed then you’ve got a deal. I’ll make way more money this way. Surprisingly, wizards don’t really value nukes. It’s only the uranium they’re after.”
It was hard to hear but there was an unmistakable gunshot followed by the haunting cries of an aide being coated in the viscera of one of this universes greatest men.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” And with a flick of his wand, Chet was gone. Varkral’s keys fell to the floor.
“I’ll be taking those.” Lore stood from the floor. They wanted to say so much but the words wouldn’t come. They smothered Pwy’he in their embrace. “Well done.” Lore lowered themselves to his eyeline and tried their best to make contact. “We should talk.”