Phoenix, Arizona
6:30 PM, 4/18/2016
The rest of the day had passed through toxicology's and autopsies and and TLCs and GCs every test Holiday knew would be useful. Holiday sighed as she entered her home and kicked of her shoes. SHe knew that Calan would go and get them Japanese before coming home. It would probably be ramen, so Holiday reached for two pair of chopsticks and a glass of wine. She let her hair loose and plopped down on her couch, ready to rest her eyes.
"Darling?" Calan called out as he came in. "I got us shrimp ramen from that great place on Fifth!"
"Thanks! I poured myself a wine, but I didn't know what you'd drink," Holiday answered, not moving.
"A wine?" Calan mocked her as he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge and brought out the ramen and chopsticks.
"Yes, Calan. A wine," Holiday made a face at him. "That's what you call it when you've been on your feet nonstop doing tests and filing reports and doing tests and filing reports. It's more repetitive than a Miley Cyrus song,"
"I've been busy myself," Calan replied with a chuckle. "I think that I've been on my feet for hours. Oh, by the way, I invited Rex and Six over for dinner tomorrow night,"
"Oh," Holiday was shocked.
"Are you okay with that?" Calan felt bad, realizing that he should've checked in first.
"Yeah! But you're gonna have to cook. We know what happened last time," Holiday smiled and gave him a kiss before digging into her food.
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About an hour outside of Miami, Florida
12:00 AM, 4/19/2016
Circe sat in her truck, waiting for her contact. He was supposed to have shown up an hour ago. Circe checked her watch, making sure she didn't accidently come at 10 instead of 11. Nope. Midnight. He was definitely late.
Suddenly, a black swirling mass appeared down the road. Circe climbed out of her truck and walked down the highway.
"Circe. Long time, no see," a voice from the mass hissed. "You're different,"
"And you haven't changed. Still the same paranoid idiot you were two years ago," Circe rolled her eyes. "I need information. What is going on with the whole zombie thing? Why did they look so much like EVOs? And where is B?"
"All in good time, Circe," the voice hissed condescendingly. "All in good time. Return to your post, and await out orders,"
A/N: So I'm going to have a couple OC I've created. You've already met Amelia, and you've just met my second, but you don't know who he is. I have two more. Once I have them all introduced, I'll have a full disclaimer on the subject. But I don't know when that will be. Oh, the agony!