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[pococurante]

Hi. You've reached Spike. I'm really busy doing something very important. Leave a message if you want. I'm not going to return it.

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[pococurante]

She runs off sometimes.

[ A cold, sick feeling settles in his stomach. He tries not to let it get to him. ]

Maybe they just got out.

[flashcat]

I don't think it's a coincidence. He would hide his presence like this without telling me first, unless something was going wrong.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

[pococurante]

Alright. Fine. Let's assume you're right, and they've been taken somewhere. How do you propose we go there? They don't let us just walk out.

[flashcat]

Stealth and speed. And maybe a good distraction

[pococurante]

Flash some leg. That should work.

[ The joke is to cover up how incredibly hopeless he feels about this. ]

[flashcat]

I'll flash something. Won't be a leg though.

[Thankfully text doesn't convey emotion very well.]

We'll need armaments though.

[pococurante]

I found some boxes in the basement with lots of ammo. Bet there's other useful stuff in there, too.

[flashcat]

That's a start. Hopefully there's something a little more martial as well.

[pococurante]

If not we can always raid the kitchen.