Bruce Lee, Master Oogway or Sun Tzu

The Matten coven sat around the dining table, staring silently at the phone lying at its center. And right now, it was their only link to the Necromancer, and one of the possible ways of recovering what he had stolen from them.

The only sound in the room was the occasional creak of the wooden chairs as they all shifted in their seats, deep in thought. Or at least, until Gen spoke.

"So, we're just supposed to wait on him?" She asked.

"Of course not." Ezra said. "We'll make our own moves but I'll still have the phone with me at all times. Whenever he calls, we'll be ready."

"At least, we cloned the phone before coming here." Red said, turning to Olivia who had contacted the right people and done it in less than thirty minutes. "I didn't even know that phones as old as that could be cloned."

"It was a matter of our safety. We cannot slack off when it comes to that." Olivia said.