[h3][center][color=gold]Downtown, Stock Avenue[/color][/center][/h3]

     Alex looked at the ginger out of the corner of his eye. [color=gold]"Hell if I know who she is, but this whole thing is as fishy as a tuna boat. The Chaser's unofficaly offical headquarters-slash-hideout-slash-hangout, or whatever, is less then a block from here. Its too damn convenient that she would pop up, acting all maiden in distress straight out of a cheezy novel, right where every damned Chaser and his brother could rescue her. On top of that, the way the other person disappeared is more than a bit suspicious, in itself. Waiting for the last minute to summon some big and powerful thing, then run away with his tail between his legs, as soon as we arrive? Come on, if you fall for that, I've got a bridge to sell ya'."[/color] His tirade finished, he angrily pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. A moment later, he added [color=gold]"'course, this could be all be coincidence, after all, she could be here seeking our help, but I still refuse to trust her, until I have reason to believe otherwise."[/color]

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