[Evil Tink]

Solomon pinched the bridge of his nose as the dog whined, shooting her a glare with a growl before addressing Randy, who was still on the floor. The man would suddenly feel a pressure in his head while Solomon forced himself into his mind, "I think you owe me a few answers first." He pointed to the laptop, a few keys clicking as he typed on them with telekinesis; bringing up the page with the 1914 article. "How did you come across this? This article was never printed and released." His eye twitched a bit as the dog persisted her incant whining.

He wrapped a bit of telekinesis around her, lifting her up and sending her out of the room and outside, shutting the door before releasing her. He let out a sigh, relieved at the new found quiet. He looked back to Randy, "There's only one copy of that article and it is currently in my possession...so..how..did..you..get it..?" He stepped forward, looking down at him with dark red eyes.