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(shoot i forgot what the twins were doing lol)

Newt shut the window in annoyance. "Who left that open? I really wanted to read that articleyour did on the were-pigeons," he complained as he returned to the kitchen table. He made to sit down, but Nic shoved him aside.

"Dry your hair. You're dripping water on the linoleum." he told him.

"I took a shower, of course I'm dripping water. Whatever. So, the cases."
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Nic nodded nd started dragging his finger down the list in their shared notebook,listing them as Newt looked over his shoulder. Newt reached over to pull ap pen closer and make notes on a seperate piece of notepaper.

"Disappearing bodies...even Zena never set that many funeral homes on fires when she was at her worst," Nic commented. "Wonder what the families thought?"

Newt raised an eyebrow. "Zena never set any funeral homes on fire."

"You sure about that?"

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. When the call for "wet newspaper delivery service" came through, the twins exchanged looks and while Nic flipped pages over so it looked like they were writing and not holding notes on evidence around murders in broad light, Newt went to open the door.

"Can I help you? We have no papers due to be delivered today." he greeted as he eyed the duo outside his door.

(did i never mention that OC has fire powers? and she was basically a free range child?)

Nicote craned his neck over Newt's shoulder as his twin took the papers. He could feel Newt tense as the girl spoke- Newt probably heard something.

Not that it mattered, since clearly these two had seen the second paper. The one they probably weren't supposed to have.

Nic did his best to keep his face neutral, a task Newt was better at. "Really, now? It's rare that people pick up papers from the road, but I suppose we should thank you for bringing it to us?" He had a feeling Newt had picked up on something, and judging by the brother's reaction, these two surprise guests had quite the thoughts running through their minds.

His suspicions were confirmed when Newt opened his mouth. "A pity the news was smudged. As a journalist, it's quite vital to know what rival papers are publishing." he said evenly, his words less carefully chosen then what he probably should have said. "No matter how absolutely outlandish it seems. Here," He held the newspapers towards Nic, "put these aside, would you? Perhaps they'll still be readable if you hold them over the stove long enough."

Nic eyed him curiously, but backed away, as Newt returned his focus to their guests. Who definitely knew too much. He'd need to take care of that. Perhaps they had a truth-knowing ability of some kind..? Or some sort of knowledge ability...?

"I apologize. I would invite you in, but I'm sure you were probably on your way somewhere and our apartment is not very large in the first place, I'm afraid we've both been working all evening-never a time to rest when the news doesn't take a break," Newt told them. His inner thoughts were racing, having noticied the foot in the door and the slightly defensive position. Was this soime excuse to come barging in...? Perhaps some kind of investigation in to him and Nic? That wouldn't be good at all....

In the background, Nic had left the newspaper on the table, and in the process, managed to bring a few of the notes back to the bedroom where it was hopefully a bit safer then out in the open. Clearing things was always a good excuse, although he really hoped Newt wasn't abut to punch someone. That was Nicote's job, at least back in their school days. EIther way, if worse came to worse he'd teleport behind them and try to knock them out. They'd done that to guards on their trial before, it probaly was about time to find a new place anyways considering they'd been there in that apartment more then long enough with their father stiill roamming the city...

Newt frowns at the card. "I...see."

Nicote, who's decided he's done all he can, returns to the door and squints. "Aperture Insight Department Agency. That's quite the mouthful," he comments. "You say non-government affiliated? That's quite rare in these parts."

Newt pretends to be in thought. He can vaguely make out some of the girl's thoughts- some names he doesn't know, but for the most part...

"Money is not what we're after," he states. "But it is a welcome incentive. You may enter, but we'll be requiring you keep us anonymous and I'll be holding you to that only-required information. Brother, clear the papers. Perhaps these...investigators....can assist us as well, considering it's highly likely our paths are intertwining."

"You need to stop reading philosophy books," Nicote tells him, but does as told. Newt gives the duo one more warning look before opening the door for them, motioning them to sit at the table Nicote's clearing away.

"And bring out some of the light teas. It's no good discussing matters of importance over an empty stomach," Newt adds. Food might be a good motivator, and people tend to lower their gaurds when partially distracted...he has a feeling he could use that somehow. Maybe. Nicote doesn't question the ideas, though he raises his eyebrow at the guy.

Newt is studying them both, deep in bhrough as they speak. He can hear them better now they're inside, or at elast their thoughts.

Noelle, Rien, no last names but that's normal Un fortunate but shouldn't be too much of a problem...but do they murder directors? Murdereed a director? Director asked them to murder? Father is technically a director, but I dobut he works were them, he loves to flaunt his political status but then again-

"Oi. Rabitboy, wakeup," Nicote pokes him in the side, making Newt startle.

"Huh?"

Nicote sighs heavily. "I apologize for my brother," he says to the duo. "He is...rather featherbrained--"
"Hey"
"--and tends to drift in thought. Now," he directs at Newt, "are teh terms acceptable to you? elder brother?"

THey know Nic is only saying this is a curtesy. Newt would probably just do what Nic tells him to unless he thought otherwise and he has no reason to.

"Deal," he agrees and reaches to shake the hand offered.

Even if they work for their father, people can be bribed and it was high time they moved anyways. At best, they get to do something about their biggest problem in life. Win-win to him.