Chapter 25
Inglewood, CA
1535 Local
Megan listened to the door shut and slowly dropped her head down on her knees. Mac was gone. Judging from the sounds, the Colonel hadn't been at all steady on her feet. Fortunately, the men who'd come to get her had been patient and careful. The fact that she could hear the older man just outside the doorway probably had a lot to do with it. Now that he'd left with Mac, Megan wasn't feeling all that sanguine about the remainder of the supposed 'deal'. Had their positions been reversed, she wouldn't have let one of them go. That left a couple of different scenarios, none of which boded well for her.
This was all her fault anyway. She should have seen that ambush coming. God knew Mac had been jumpy as hell for most of the trip. Megan sighed knowing Don would be pissed when he found out. She was the trained agent and his orders had been to protect the Colonel. She'd failed miserably and now Mac was off God knew where with that lunatic. She didn't even want to contemplate how Commander Rabb was going to react.
Megan brought a hand up and rubbed her eyes. She blinked a couple of times and frowned. Her eyesight was still shot. That would make everything that much more difficult, presuming she actually got out of this mess. At least her mind was clearer than it'd been. Megan shifted uncomfortably. She wished she could say the same about Mac. The Colonel had been pretty sure she'd had a concussion and, as if to prove that point, she'd been having conversations with a pair of ghosts. Thinking about that, Megan couldn't help a sardonic smile as she lifted her head up, "Hey Kate, you around?" She listened to the silence for a moment and then tipped her head to side before settling back down, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Idiot. Kate watched the FBI agent put her head back down and then sighed in frustration. Avis would have been better suited to watch this woman. She had what seemed to be an infinite amount of patience. The most exasperating part was that Kate couldn't seem to make herself heard. She'd tried yelling as loudly as she could and had gotten absolutely no response. Somehow Avis had managed to make herself heard not once, but twice, by someone other than Mac.
On the other hand, Kate had been the one to make physical contact with the two jerks who'd hurt Mac earlier. She snorted ruefully to herself. Apparently it took two of them to make one competent ghost. Kate shot another look at Megan. It didn't seem like the agent intended on moving soon so it probably wouldn't hurt to take a quick run through the building.
She paused for a moment at the door and then passed through. It still felt odd when she did something like that but it did make things easier. Kate glanced around the building and then held still as she concentrated on her surroundings. She could feel Avis and, to a lesser degree, Mac. It was enough that she knew she would be able to find them easily after Megan was rescued. Kate returned to her perusal of the area. This was also something she didn't quite understand but it beat having to physically cover the grounds. She probably could have done it within the room with Megan but the agent's skepticism was annoying enough to be distracting. Kate hadn't liked being dismissed when she was alive and she liked even less now.
She stopped suddenly. There were two people skirting the perimeter of the building. Kate frowned, they were on two different sides and moving in opposite directions. Why would they be doing that if they were coming to move Megan? Uneasy now, she decided to check in person. It only took a few moments to find the first man. He crouched down next to the building. Kate shifted over in an attempt to see what it was he was doing. Maybe this guy wasn't connected to what was going on. Maybe he was a transient looking for a place to bed down. Was he sick? She jumped back quickly when he suddenly straightened and stepped away. A split second later, fire blazed up and then rapidly spread down the length of the building.
Son of a bitch! So this was how that bastard kept his word! Kate spun around and took off. She had to get Megan out before this firetrap was completely engulfed. A minute later, she standing next to the agent trying vainly to get her attention. Nothing she'd yelled, screamed or whispered had made any impression. Kate huffed in exasperation, time was running out. There had to be some way of communicating. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and a small grin appeared. Why not give it a try? It always worked for Gibbs. Crouching down, Kate took aim as she focused her energies on her hand and then whacked Megan on the back of the head.
"Ow!" Megan's eyes flew open as her hand went to her head. What the hell?!
Kate smiled. No wonder Gibbs had used that so often, it was incredibly satisfying. She moved in again, this time poking the agent on the shoulder.
Megan twisted around, swinging a hand out, "Dammit, who's doing that?" She stopped and listened hard, trying to detect another presence in the room. There was nothing. Megan froze, oh no - it couldn't be, could it? "Kate?" Her voice dropped to a near whisper and she couldn't help jumping when something yanked the sleeve of her shirt. She pulled her arm back, "Okay, alright, I get it. You're here." A moment later, she was ducking her head again, "Ow. Jeez, what is your problem?!"
"You are, dammit! Get a clue!" Kate concentrated fiercely, grabbed Megan's arm and lifted.
Megan scrambled to get her feet underneath her as she was pulled upward. She braced against the wall, panting a little. This was more than mere convincing, "What's going on? Why do I need to be up?" Once again she listened, her apprehension building. She stiffened in alarm at the faint smell of smoke, "Fire? Oh god, is that what you're trying to tell me? There's fire?"
"Score one for the Fibbies," Kate grumbled as she pushed the agent in the direction of the door. She frowned at Megan's obvious reliance on the wall for balance. Damn, she'd underestimated the lingering effects of the drug. Getting out just got harder.
Megan leaned against the door, searching for the handle and then giving it a twist once she'd found it. It turned easily enough but the door wouldn't open. When she rattled it, it sounded like a padlock on the outside. Megan slumped a little, resting her forehead against the wood. Even on a good day, it was doubtful that she had the strength to break the door down and this was far from a good day. The smell of smoke was getting stronger. "Kate?" Megan turned her head a little, "Do me a favor and tell Mac this wasn't her fault."
"Nothing doing. You're getting out of here," Kate muttered as she passed through the door again. The fire was growing by leaps and bounds but it hadn't made it down this way yet. They still had a chance. She stared at the lock, building her concentration and then shot a fist at it. It bounced a couple of times and that was it. Kate narrowed her gaze and shot her hand at it again. This time when the lock bounced against the door, it popped open and fell off the hasp. Kate smiled in satisfaction. There were a few advantages to being a ghost. Avis had been the one to tell her about opening locks, although how the seemingly prim and proper young woman had figured it out was beyond Kate.
Megan lifted her head when she heard the sound of something metallic hitting the floor. Was it possible? She tried the door again and it swung open. "Thanks," Megan breathed softly as she took a tentative step forward and stopped. There was still the matter of not being able to see. Keeping one hand on the wall of the room, Megan swung the other one back and forth in front of her. When she didn't encounter anything, she took another step. Repeating the sequence, Megan made it to the corner of the room and stopped. Now what? The odds of her stumbling across an exit before the fire caught up were probably astronomical.
There was a tug on her sleeve, pulling her to the left and Megan turned in that direction, feeling a rush of relief. Maybe there was hope. "Thank you, Kate," she murmured, taking a cautious step forward while keeping both hands extended. It wasn't just to warn of obstacles. Her legs still felt rubbery and not being able to see was affecting her sense of balance. Feeling more tugs, Megan moved slowly through the building, staggering now and then. The floor seemed to tilt at odd times, causing her to stumble sideways. She was rapidly collecting a set of bruises from things she'd crashed into.
Megan ignored the minor aches and pains, choosing to concentrate on escape. The fire seemed to gaining momentum, its constant roar filling the air. The air itself was growing hotter with each passing minute and the smoke was building, making it more difficult to breathe. It wouldn't be much longer before she was on her hands and knees. She wished there was some way for Kate to let her know how much further they had to go. It felt like she'd been stumbling around forever.
"What the hell?!"
Surprised, Megan barely had time to react to the man's voice when a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm and yanked her around. She recovered quickly, grasping the hand on her arm and twisting it while her thumb dug into the pressure point on the back. He howled and she shot a fist out in a roundhouse swing, missing him completely. A moment later, Megan doubled over with a gasp as the man hammered his free hand into her side, catching her under the ribs. It was enough to make her loosen her grip and he yanked himself free. The next punch caught the side of her head and Megan hit the floor hard and stayed there, her ears ringing.
"Damn bitch," the man growled as he leaned down and grabbed a double handful of her shirt. It had been pure luck that he'd spotted her on his way out. The whole point of this exercise had been to get rid of evidence and witnesses. At least he wouldn't have to go far, the fire was all around them now. It wouldn't take long to heave the broad back into the flames and then get the hell out.
Megan felt his hands wrap themselves in her shirt. As he started to lift, she swung both hands, palms flat, at his head. For once, luck was with her and she clapped him hard on both ears. With a guttural yell, he let go and grabbed at his head. Megan drew a leg back and shoved out as hard as she could. He was further back than she thought and while she managed to knock him backwards and off, it wasn't nearly what she was hoping for. Flipping over, Megan scrambled to get back on her feet as quickly as possible before the next attack came. She couldn't do it. The blow to the head had wrecked what little balance she had. After the second attempt landed her on her side, she tensed, waiting for whatever was coming next. The fire had to be close now, the heat was becoming unbearable. Being on the floor, at least, was making it a little easier to breathe.
Instead of a foot or fist, Megan heard the man scream in terror. Then an unseen force literally picked her up and threw her across the floor. She slid to a halt a good fifteen feet away as a tremendous crash sounded. A wave of heated air flew over her, making her curl up in a protective ball as bits of fiery debris landed on and around her. Gasping from a combination of pain, fear and heat, Megan barely had time to process it all before something grabbed the back collar of her shirt and started to pull. "Okay, okay," she wheezed, getting her hands and knees underneath her. She couldn't walk anymore but she sure as hell could crawl.
What had felt like forever before had given away to a hellish version of eternity. She was coughing almost constantly now, her eyes watering and the rest of her senses were being slowly overwhelmed by the mind-numbing, deafening roar of the fire. Doggedly, Megan followed the pull on her shirt, knowing that she was reaching the end of her strength. Suddenly, the pull stopped and a hand landed on her shoulder. Megan reared back on her heels, her hands coming up in a defensive position as she fought off a wave of dizziness.
"Whoa, take it easy," a muffled voice sounded in front of her. "We have to get out of here now. Come on." A gloved hand gently gripped her by the elbow. She reached out and grabbed at the arm in return, feeling the canvas material. It had to be a fireman. She wasn't going to die. The relief was overwhelming and Megan finally let go and collapsed.
The fireman caught her as she sagged forward, deftly drawing her across his shoulders and standing up. Turning, he hurried out of the building, keying his mike, "Ray? Eddy? I've got a live one for you. Get ready."
- - - - -
Inglewood, CA
1635 Local
Don sprinted the last ten yards, stopping short when a burly paramedic stepped into his path putting out a hand, "Hold up there Tex, authorized personnel only."
Impatiently yanking out his credentials and showing them, Don snapped, "That woman's one of my agents. I need to see her."
The paramedic raised his hands as he stepped to the side, "Sorry, man, just trying to protect my patient."
He fell in alongside as Don moved up to the stretcher holding Megan. Now that he was nearer, Don could see that her eyes were closed. He turned to look at the paramedic, "How is she?"
The man shrugged a little, "She passed out right after one of our guys found her, been unconscious ever since. We're treating her for smoke inhalation. Her hands and knees are pretty torn up - we figure she crawled a good long way trying to stay under the smoke. She's got multiple contusions and a few minor burns. We're just getting ready to ship her to the hospital. Rampart," he added, forestalling Don's next question.
Eppes nodded slowly as he took in Megan's appearance. Beneath the oxygen mask, the vivid bruise on her jaw as well as smudges of dirt and soot stood out in contrast to her pale skin. Both hands were heavily bandaged. Hearing footsteps coming to a halt behind him, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Harm standing there. Guilt made a sudden appearance and he looked at the paramedic again, "The other victim? Where... ?"
"He's over at the coroner's wagon," the paramedic answered sympathetically. "The body's pretty badly burned, part of the roof landed on him. It'd probably help if you could positively ID the guy." He stopped when both Don and Harm suddenly straightened.
"He?" Harm stepped forward, "The other victim you found was a man?"
"Yeah," the paramedic looked from one to the other, "He's not one of yours?"
"No, but I might be able to ID him," Don frowned. Bradley McKlellan was still missing. Could it be him? "Where's the coroner?" He nodded when the paramedic pointed off to the left. Don shot a look at Harm and saw that the Commander had turned around to stare at building. He looked as well, dread and guilt tying a knot in his gut, as he looked at the still-raging fire. He was so damn glad to see Megan alive but it wasn't fair that Mac hadn't gotten out. What could that have happened? He'd bet a year's salary that Megan wouldn't have abandoned the Colonel - not if she'd still been alive. The agent stepped over and put a light hand on Rabb's shoulder, "I'm going to see if the body is McKlellan's. Would you stay with Megan in case she wakes up?"
Harm nodded slowly and then turned his head to look at Don, "She's not in there. I'd know if she was."
Don swallowed, glancing away from the intensity of the other man's gaze, "Okay, man, that's good. Listen, I'll be back in minute or two." He was running and he knew it. Watching Rabb in denial had to be nearly as painful as seeing the man's grief. Don needed a few minutes to come to terms with everything if he was going to be offering support.
Harm watched Eppes stride away and turned towards Megan with a sigh. The paramedic was taking her vitals again. He knew Don was humoring him but it really didn't matter. He couldn't explain it but he'd never been so sure of something in his life. As his gaze swept past the chaotic scene, Harm froze suddenly and turned back. What the... Rapidly, he scanned the area again. Nothing. He shook his head and continued over to Megan. For a brief second, he could have sworn he'd seen Kate Todd standing there, staring at him with her arms folded.
Kate raised an eyebrow as she watched Harm walk over to where Megan was lying. For a moment, it almost looked like he'd seen her but that wasn't possible. According to Avis, it was Mac who had the 'sight'. She followed him over and moved to stand near the paramedic on the opposite side of the stretcher. Megan was still out. It didn't really surprise Kate. The agent had been through the wringer these last few hours. It had been a near thing at the end. That son of a bitch had surprised both of them. Kate hadn't expected anyone to still be in the building. Her attention had been focused on getting Megan out. It had taken precious seconds to gather her energies. Fortunately, Megan had shown true grit in the ensuing fight and hung in just long enough. When she'd shoved the man off, it had given Kate the opening to deliver her own shot. He'd just been getting up again when Kate had knocked him flat. She'd heard the roof give way at nearly the same time. She had barely made it back to Megan before it hit. There hadn't been time for niceties. Kate had heaved the agent out of the way like a sack of meal.
The struggle had taken its toll. Unable to stand, Megan had been reduced to crawling. It had probably been a little easier to breathe down there but there had been a trade-off. The floor was littered with debris. Shards of glass, rusted metal and old wood had been mixed into the dirt and other trash. It hadn't taken long before Megan was leaving a trail of blood behind her.
The other paramedic appeared with an ambulance attendant and a gurney. Harm watched as they transferred Megan over and started for the ambulance. As he followed after, a slight disturbance caught his attention and he looked up to see David, Colby, Charlie and Larry hurrying over. The three men hung back, letting Larry be the first to approach. Harm thought he looked a bit lost as he spoke to the paramedic and then followed along, one hand resting on the stretcher.
Both David and Colby had relaxed upon seeing Megan and gave Larry some space. The fact that the paramedics weren't scurrying frantically around told them that her injuries weren't life-threatening. Charlie was less able to hide his worry. Their attitudes changed when they realized Harm was standing there. After a silent exchange of looks, Colby was the first to speak up, his manner cautious, "The Colonel?"
Harm shook his head and then hastened to elaborate at the stricken looks from all three men, "No, I mean she's not in there."
Charlie looked upset and confused, "But, but they were together. How do you know? " He was oblivious to the look from Colby that said 'let the man hope'.
"My gut," Harm replied simply. Kate turned around upon hearing that phrase, feeling a bit of a pang. She shook her head. Gibbs and the team were going to be fine. Her job was here. She looked from Megan to Harm, trying to decide whether she should go with the Commander for a bit before returning to Mac. It was tempting. Technically, her responsibility to Reeves was over. She hesitated one more moment, then turned and followed the stretcher. Once Megan was awake, she would consider her assignment at an end.
Don walked back, nodding to the others and then looking at Harm, "The guy they pulled out isn't McKlellan. It could be one of the gang that did the kidnapping. The coroner will let us know if they can make an identification." He turned to watch them load Megan into the ambulance. Larry climbed in with her. He turned back, addressing the others, "They're taking Megan to Rampart." He glanced towards the building, "All things considered, it's probably a given that this was arson. I'll have the crime scene guys coordinate with the fire marshal to see what they can find." Don scrubbed a hand through his hair, "We need to talk to Megan and find out what the hell happened."
David glanced away for a moment before focusing on Don, "And we probably need to get a guard on her." He waved a hand at the fire while carefully not looking at Harm, "You know she wasn't supposed to survive this."
"Yeah, you're right," Don sighed, taking one more look around. Beyond the barricades, the normal crowd had gathered. Could one of them be part of the gang? The LAPD was canvassing the people, looking for witnesses. Don seriously doubted they'd find anyone who would admit to seeing anything. He looked back at Harm and the others, "Let's go. Charlie, you want to come with us?"
Charlie shifted a little uncomfortably before nodding. He didn't know what to make of Harm's attitude. He understood denial all too well, but this - it was just going to make the truth that much more devastating. He couldn't help glancing at the inferno and shuddering a little. Death by fire always seemed particularly hideous and the thought of Mac in there... He impatiently swiped at his eyes as he followed Don and Harm back to their SUV. He'd give Amita a call after they got official word on Megan's condition. She'd had a class to teach and hadn't been able to help.
Fifteen minutes, they were on their way to the hospital. Don glanced over at Harm in the passenger seat and quietly cleared his throat, "Harm?" He waited for the Commander to shift his attention away from the window, "Look, I know you're sure about Mac not being in there but just in case - "
Harm was shaking his head, "No, you don't understand. I know she's not there." He glanced down at his hands, "Because I know she's still alive. You're just going to have to accept that. It's hard to explain."
"Try," Don replied softly, "I'd really like to know." He'd been in love here and there over the years but had yet to find someone who meshed with him as well as the Colonel and Rabb seemed to do. Could there really be a sort of connection?
Harm raised his hands for a moment and then let them drop, "We've been through a lot over the years - saved each other countless times, it seems. I always know where she is." He chuckled mirthlessly to himself, "I can't point to a map like Mac can, but believe me, if she were... gone - I would know that, too."
"Point to a map?" Charlie spoke up from the back seat. He'd been listening quietly, trying to reconcile Harm's irrational attitude and thinking about Amita. Would he be able to sense if something happened to her? They hadn't really been together that long. Would it be different years down the road? It was certainly a romantic notion but he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Harm sighed, glancing back at the young professor. He shouldn't have let that slip, Mac was going to kill him. He smiled a little at the thought. She'd be aggravated but not truly angry, and when she was like that, he had a foolproof method for defusing the situation. The fact that Mac enjoyed it as much as he did was probably why it worked so well.
"Harm?"
Charlie's voice pulled him back from his musings. Harm looked from one brother to the other, "Years ago, I was ferrying a Tomcat back to the mainland and got caught in a pretty nasty thunderstorm. There was a lightning strike, things started going haywire and I wound up ditching in the ocean. My RIO ejected first but I had a problem and didn't get out at the same time so we hit the water miles apart. My chute lines got tangled after I landed and I had to cut them loose and I accidentally cut the tether to my raft. There were fifteen and twenty foot swells and the raft got away from me. The Search and Rescue team had to wait for the storm to lessen before they could try and find us and by then, I'd drifted even further away. They found my RIO and assumed I'd be in the same area, but I wasn't. She didn't know I hadn't ejected with her. It was April, the water was colder than hell and I'd been in it for hours. I was dying. The storm was picking up strength again, it was dark, the SAR team was running low on fuel and the skipper was about to order them to break off the search." Harm paused for moment. Damn, he could still feel the cold seeping into his bones.
"What happened?" Charlie was on the edge of his seat.
"They'd called my CO at JAG when I first went down and he told Mac and my colleagues. Everyone stayed at the office waiting for word. After a while, Mac disappeared into her office. Then she marched out and went to the map someone had pulled out, pointed to a spot and asked Admiral Chegwidden to tell the search teams to go there. It was completely out of the search grid and the skipper wouldn't risk it. When he was about to recall the teams, Chegwidden convinced him to send them through Mac's area and they found me."
"Wow," Charlie breathed, slightly open-mouthed in astonishment. He could tell Don was equally amazed. "But how did she know?"
Harm shrugged, "I can't figure that out any more than I can figure out how the hell she always knows what time it is. It's just Mac."
"We're here," Don interrupted as he pulled into the parking lot. That was a hell of a story Rabb had told. Maybe he was right. Maybe, for some reason, the kidnappers had separated Mac and McKlellan from Megan and then decided to get rid of the agent. It made a certain sense and explained why Megan had been by herself. He parked and the three men hurried towards the ER. They were joined by Colby and David. Entering the ER, Don pulled his badge out as he approached the admitting desk, "Don Eppes, FBI. One of my agents was just brought in, Megan Reeves."
An older woman looked up from a chart she was reading, "She's in Room 6 but you'll have to wait until they're finished examining her." She tipped her head to the left, "Follow the yellow stripe on the floor, there's a waiting area just around the corner." Her voice was kind but it was apparent she expected them to obey.
Don couldn't resist asking, "She's going to be okay, right?"
The woman lowered the chart and looked at him over her glasses, "You'll have to ask her doctor. I have no way of knowing that." Her tone softened as she took in the anxious expressions on the small group of men, "Tell you what, go to the waiting area and I'll check with her attending." She tended to cut more slack when patients were firemen or law enforcement. It was the least she could for professions that regularly risked their lives for the rest of the population.
"Thank you," Don turned and led his group off. He didn't like waiting but the woman had been both civil and understanding and the least he could do was reciprocate. Hopefully, it wouldn't be long.
Dixie moved down the corridor towards Room 6. She was going to miss this place. Her retirement was only a month or so away. While Kelly Bracket was the overall Director of Medicine, he had a soft spot for the ER, making sure they had the best they could get. As his administrative assistant, Dix was his eyes and ears for everything that went on. Her years as head nurse had been an advantage. She had a wealth of knowledge, a reputation for fairness and the respect of all who knew her. Steve Brown was the attending physician for Reeves and a damn good one. She was on good terms with all the ER doctors, Brown certainly wouldn't mind her inquiry into his case.
She stepped into the room to find Steve bent over one of his patient's hands while one of the nurses was focused on the other. He looked up and gave her a quick smile, "Hey, Dix."
Dixie smiled in return and gestured towards Megan, "I've got a group of worried Feds in the waiting area. What can you tell me?"
Steve grimaced a little, "Well, she's got a boatload of crap embedded in her hands and knees. They're going to be tender for a while. The damage to her lungs from the smoke looks minimal - she was lucky. I'm waiting for blood tests to come back - I found a needle puncture with some bruising on her neck, so somebody drugged her. She's got other bruising as well - looks like she got banged around a bit. Nothing's broken, so that's good. I also found flashburn on her eyes but the scarring doesn't look bad so it should heal okay."
"Has she been conscious at all?"
The doctor shrugged, "For a little bit when she arrived. Seemed pretty disoriented, asked for Kate. I put her under so we could clean her hands and knees. We'll probably need to keep her for a couple of days until her eyes clear up and to make sure any infection is under control."
Dixie nodded, "Thanks. Would you mind if I relayed that to her colleagues?"
Brown shook his head and gestured with the tweezers he was holding, "Be my guest, I'm going to be here a while."
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Don listened as the older woman went through Megan's condition, feeling a mixture of anger, concern and frustration. Dammit, he would get the people responsible for this whole mess if it was the last thing he did. He took a deep breath, "I don't suppose there's any way we can talk to her?"
Dix shook her head, "Not for a good couple of hours. It's going to take time to get all the debris out and it's easier on everyone if she's sedated."
He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced off to the side, "This flashburn, what exactly is it?"
"It's like having a flash go off in front of your face. Your vision is obscured for a few seconds by the afterimage. It can be caused from being exposed to a really strong light like a laser. Sometimes, the afterimage can last days rather than minutes - especially if there were multiple exposures. Fortunately, it's not permanent." Dix could tell the agent was frustrated.
"So that's how they did it," Colby said quietly. "They must have used lasers to blind Megan and the Colonel. That's how they got them without a fight."
Don nodded, it helped to know the how but what he really wanted was who. He looked around the group, Charlie was sitting next to Larry offering silent support, "Has anybody run across a 'Kate' during this investigation?"
"Kate Todd," Harm said, his face pale. Good god, Mac hadn't been dreaming? Megan had seen her, too?
The other men turned to look at him. Colby spoke first after glancing at Don, "The NCIS agent who was killed? Why would Megan ask about her?"
Harm shook his head, "I have no idea." He didn't want to believe in ghosts but he'd had his own experiences so he couldn't deny their existence. There was no way he would share that with these men.
Kate stood in the corner, her eyes narrowed. Maybe she needed to stick around here a little bit longer.
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