Date: 2015-10-10 06:05 pm (UTC)
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He stared at Sandy from behind those red lenses and then his eyebrows appeared over the frames. He put his bag down, and tossed the keys onto the dresser. "I didn't stop to pick up coffee, no. I haven't eaten yet, either. I'm sure we can take care of both with a phone call." There had to be delivery to their area. It was on top of O'Hare, and in a major city.

He stretched the kinks out of his back. "Underground is good for more than one reason. It'll provide a buffering zone for us, as well as easy access." Provided they didn't get stuck down there too long. If that happened, Scott was going to run out of battery power. That wasn't going to happen in one night, though, and he didn't anticipate too much trouble, here.

These people just weren't that good.

A few steps to find the laminated menu of delivery options in the area, and he looked down to read that. While he read: "And of course they want to bury her. Isolated now, kill her later, and blame it on the mutation. That's how these people work. Or they'll let a lynch mob in and pretend they couldn't stop it."
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