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[magicalpadawan]

Dammit.

[The voice on the PCD sounds a little tinny and staticy, as if it's music playing from a radio station that you can't quite get reception from. There is no picture, though the video function should be working, only a haze of static. The speaker smacks the PCD a time or two, and the picture flickers on to reveal what would be a stunningly gorgeous girl with long, dark purple hair, if she weren't so skinny and dressed in what appears to be rags. She looks half-starved, and her eyes are shadowed and a little annoyed as she scowls at the screen. When she speaks, her words are broken up by bursts of static. What? Tech doesn't work well with wizards.]

This better --kshhh-- one of your tricks -- kshhh-- don't have time for your stupid games.

[She smacks the PCD again with an irritated sigh, and the picture blacks out.] Can --kshhh-- me what happened to Chicago?

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[emptynight]

[A bark of bitter laughter escapes Thomas, but it doesn't lessen the anger and pain still seething in his voice.]

You mean so I don't do anything like kill Kincaid before his stupid plan had a chance to work.

[Without waiting for Molly's response, Thomas turns and continues back on the way to the clinic.]

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Maybe that, too.

[She sighs and pushes herself up, using her cane for leverage, and continues following.]