There were a few things that warranted Maeve looking around for a film crew, just to make sure they were not shooting them all for really, [i]really[/i] bad reality TV. 

Clifton's statement was definitely one of them. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"What? That's not-"[/color][/b] 

She stood up, glanced between Oren and Clifton with her palms upturned as if waiting for the punchline to fall from the ceiling. [b][color=#c4422b]"That's not even- That's not even funny! It's not-"[/color][/b] 

Everyone was moving as if something were actually happening. An alarm light on the wall began to blink. Maeve brushed her hair back from her face before yanking it into a ponytail, a half-snarl gracing her features. There was a switchblade in her pocket, but it did not feel like any insurance as the room seemed to stiffen. 

Maeve cracked her neck. [b][color=#c4422b]"Well. Fuck me sideways."[/color][/b] She absently tapped Silvarae's side with the back of her hand, and took up a soft trot to meet up with Oren's stride. [b][color=#c4422b]"So, this is for real?"[/color][/b] she asked, voice soft as she took another quick survey of the group. [b][color=#c4422b]"What the hell are we supposed to do about that? Half of these people look like they've never even fought in a schoolyard."[/color][/b] She gripped the handle of the truck and stood outside, one foot on the bumper as she watched a few others file in.

She took a seat close to the window, watching with a bit more trepidation than she let show. 



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Meanwhile, Mitch was typing.

She had stood as if to follow Kana out, but instead swung into her monitor-lined office.

The snake that eats the world had taken off down the hallway with pop cans, but it was far from Mitch's most immediate concern. They did not have people to spare chasing the serpent around, and honestly, Mitch had no idea what to do about it in the moment. Don't poke the sleeping bear, or, possibly, the pop-drinking snake. 

One side of her headset was babbling, and the other was hooked into the Blessed's channel. There were notices popping up on the nearest screen, and her glance swung between one magnified window and the other. Her hands worked quickly, navigating countless windows and several messengers at once. 

[b][color=#96c2f2]"She's on 22nd and Vine,"[/color][/b] Mitch said into the com, broadcasting it to the whole of the car. [b][color=#96c2f2]"Female, six-foot and a half, heading Southeast. Probably to the cross with 34th by the time you roll in. You may be able to cut her off, but the main objective is to drive her back away from the highest population centers."[/color][/b] 

A ping sounded in her ear, and she looked away from her lines of script to take in the message. 

A flick of her fingers, and she switched com channels to speak only to the Blessed. [b][color=#96c2f2]"One confirmed death of ours. A second possible- I'm coming up on a few closing segments, here. Don't tell them."[/color][/b]