Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Cruz]

Another American. They were flooding Moscow like ants scouring for food. This was the four/fifth he'd met in less than six months? And one that claimed powers only Nox would believe. But Cruz had seen many strange things, and had gone through his own share. But before he could inquire more the man named Seven, another oddity in and of itself, turned him to their gracious hostess and claimed to know of the mystery to be solved. Zhenya's display hadn't been lost on Cruz and he smiled with a nod even as he pulled the coin out of his pocket.

"I found the coin recently. It doesn't feel old, but it looks old. Any idea where it came from or what it is?" Cruz knew it had significance, if he could only puzzle it out. Perhaps he could talk to Sage, he might be able to do a deeper analysis and faster than anyone here could. He'd have to remember to snap a picture and send it off to his hacker friend.

The coin glinted black in an old yet modern way. It wasn't real money at least not any that Cruz had ever seen modern or historical. The skull in the center and the raised edges made the coin look old, but it wasn't. It was made out of some light weight material that was fashioned to be old. The things they could do with technology.

[[ occ: I reiterated Cruz interpretation of the coin word for word cause I'm lazy, and also linked in the image as a reminder. ]]