Carson successfully finished the spell without hinderance. In fact it surprised him that nobody tried to stop him. A swirl of white mist surrounded him in a spiraly twister like thing and encompassed him in an egg like thing before swirling downwards and vanishing. The egg twister thing then swirled upwards outside of his home. He swayed for a second as they apparently had been quite far from his true home. He shook it off and frowned. â€œThat...that was a little too easy. Way too easy. They kidnap me and then simply just...let me go? What is going on here?â€ He said to himself. Something about this just didnâ€™t sit right with him. He shrugged but began looking around for survelliance cars first. Spotting nothing that looked outright suspicious or like it didnâ€™t belong he walked inside.<br/><br/>When he got inside his eyes narrowed. There was quite a few things out of place. They had touched some things. Spell books primarily and did not put them back. He flipped through each books pages to make sure nothing was missing. Content they had not harmed his books or stolen any pages he put them back where they belonged. He hoped they hadnâ€™t noticed the calender. In any case he would send a message dove to them to tell them to be on the lookout for cops or federal agents. Informing them that his house had been invaded by the federal agents. Rolling up the note he stuck it in a small vial like tube and snapped it shut. Giving it to the dove and opened the door. Letting it fly off to its destination. Sure he had been...outcasted...for now but it was still his duty as part of the coven to warn them of possible danger.<br/><br/>After that he made sure nothing else was amiss. Looking around and as he headed upstairs an orangish packet caught his attention in the office slash study room he had. Entering the room he walked over to the packet that was sitting on his desk. That was clearly way out of place. They must have left it there. But why? He walked to the desk and pulled out the chair. Sitting down and opened it. He began to look over the information. Case file one...a man named Bryant Darnavin was found brutally slaughtered by glass shards that apparently came from an alchemic potion. The area around the man was littered with glass fragments from the numerous bottles of all sizes of the potions and chemicals he had used. His skin burned by acid and he was almost beyond recognition. He frowned. He had heard of that death.<br/><br/>He went on to the second packet. Margaret Smith was the name on the case file. He heard of that name too. Opening it he began reading. Apparently Margaret was found dead with her body contain large amounts of electrical burns. Coroner deduced she had been electricuted by more voltages then even a stun gun contained. Again foul play was suspected when they found a spell book with black charred marks on it. The spell book having two sets of handwriting indicating the book had been tampered with unbeknownst to the caster. He grimaced as he put that file aside.<br/><br/>He picked up the third file. This one made him pale. His parents names were on it. He didnâ€™t have to open that file. He already knew what it contained. What did surprise him was that the feds knew about that incident. The memories began flashing through his mind. He wasnâ€™t supposed to even been there but he had. He had been hiding and cloaking his presence so that he could watch and learn. He had personally seen someone tamper with their potion. He had seen the effects of them trying to exorcise and banish numerous demons from numerous normals. The potions harmless to the human but would cause the demon to writhe in pain. Giving them time to cast the exorcism spell. That backfired. The demonic energy mixing with a faulty spell caused a large vortex of blood and chaos to shoot through his parents and rip them apart. He shook his head to clear his mind of the memories. This one hit too close to home. The images caused a tear to trail down his cheeks. That was something he would never ever forget.<br/><br/>He read the next two case files but those two were mildly detailed. No specific information as it seemed besides the outline in ashes form of a body there had been no body ever found. It was assumed they had been wiped from existance. He put the case files aside. He took out the next thing which was a detailed description of the feds plans for him. He began looking it over. Apparently they wanted him there. They were going to pay him a consultant fee...whatever the hell that was. Apparently due to the police being overzealous and figuring he had no rights whatsoever they had physical proof it was his doing the past three instances. Photos. Times and dates of the events. They had evidence he had been there. A hair he hadnâ€™t realized he had left behind.<br/><br/>He swore a bit but kept reading. Apparently they needed him. They needed him but did not want to outright ask him to join them. Some sort of issue with the people not wanting to hire an untrained civilian. So it said in the notes. His eyes went wide as he continued reading. Apparently he was their only link to having a chance to combat the supernatural world. Not only that he was the only chance they had to do more top secret missions dealing with the supernatural world. This was surprising. They actually needed him. He puzzled over the rest of the information it said. Including the fact that they needed him at all costs. That was probably what lead to his kidnapping issue.<br/><br/>When he finally finished reading the report he noticed a small slip of paper. Picking it up and read it. On it was initials that he assumed meant Eveâ€™s name. He was guessing that was what the E...hard to read other letter meant. He looked it over further. It had an address 777 Wishing Pond Avenue. It also said the small antiques shop on the left side of the street if you come from the north. He pondered over it and for thirty minutes debated on whether or not to go. All he could assume was it was Eve who gave him these things. Which made him wonder if she was not all cold and distant. Not all bad. He finally decided heâ€™d give it a one time shot. After that if it didnâ€™t meet his satisfaction or something of that nature he wouldnâ€™t do any more helping them. Unbeknownst to him once he was in he most likely wasnâ€™t getting out.<br/><br/>Though he really didnâ€™t have much choice. He needed to solve the mystery of why someone tried to kill him. However, first he needed to heal his back. He pressed a hand on his lower back and began chanting a short spell. A warmth spread throughout his body and the bruise began to fade. The pain went away. He removed his hand and ended the spell. His back felt a lot better. He grabbed a bag and began to stick things in it. Already made various potions he could possibly need. His different small spellbooks.  Along with a few other seemingly random things. Throwing the bag over his shoulder and headed out. Instead of teleporting there because honestly he was a bit drained right now...he walked. Coming to the meeting place and stood there. Looking for Eve. At least he assumed he was meeting Eve.