Marv cursed as Orran left earshot.  It looked like he was going to be doing some bitch work any way he sliced it; he wasn't about to disobey a Magus.  Still, he supposed, he would rather do this than Crowley's job.  

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The day came and went, and into the next the victim still had not awoken.  She lay in a hospital bed, having been given blood, the doctors were just hoping that she had escaped brain damage.  But she had been discovered quickly, and the odds were on her side.  The waiting game came to an end as the sun began to set.  It started as a quiet moan, but soon she was crying out in confusion.  There was no pain, the mercury had sealed her wounds up neatly.  

An Automata corps officer, posted as a guard in case the assailant came back for her, poked his head in, but said nothing.  He pulled a messenger sphere from his pocket and recorded a note for Crowley, sending it off.  

Meanwhile, back in the room, the confused cries first died down, then turned to sobs as she felt over her missing arm.