"And you," the mirror sneered at Robor (as if looking him up and down); "Pathetic."
Emend meanwhile, continued to read the matrices and had a sudden epiphany - finding that the arcanum allowed him to 'see' all the connections going into, and out of, this virtual reality (including the one they had come in on). He noted some kind of data logging associated with each 'port' but the sheer number of recorded traffic was staggering and it was all incredibly cryptic.
Emend sensed that if he had some way of picking a connection, he could simply engage it, and instantly travel along its route to the destination on the other end. Right now however, he only knew where the ingress point led - which was to the Verizon backbone in Fairfax Virginia.
As this went on, the Saint worked his will on the arrogant mirror, while Beats found that he could indeed scry the origin of the mirror's connection - after he too had activated his eyes of the matrix.
Beats observed an angry looking Asian man in his late sixties to early seventies, sitting in a spacious office, typing at a laptop. The man was dressed in a smoking jacket, but the room's décor suggested a law office. This was confirmed by a plentitude of diplomas and certificates on the wall - and the engraved nameplate on the desk, which read "The Honorable Judge Derick Wattson."
Beats noted a computer workstation at the desk as well, but it was currently off (and spitting thin wisps of black smoke from the monitor).
Simultaneously, the effects of the Saint's spell took hold of the man - who jumped out of his seat in alarm and abruptly slammed the screen of his notebook closed. Grabbing his chest, he staggered around, mumbling something in Japanese - clearly shaken.
In the virtual world, the small mirror disappeared the moment his connection was lost - leaving the disciples alone in the strange amphitheater.
