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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] There was a charismatic smirk that crawled across the mans expression as he glanced back towards Maeve. His hand reaching into his front vest pocket and pulling out a watch. Checking the time he looked rather unconcerned about her inquiry about payment. "That is something that was already settled last I checked and you will be paid as long as you do you job." He was blunt about his speech, not appearing nervous or intimidated or even vexed as he had with his aunt. 

	At her words about the father he nodded a bit. "Yes, a bit too much if you ask me. Don't get me wrong, the man is useful but his streak of goodness makes him a bit of a liability. His family believed his naivety would be an asset, I feel it is nothing but a hindrance. He would have been discharged some time ago if it were not for the fact that my auntie seems to have taken a shine to the fumbling buffoon." 

	Slipping the watch back into his pocket he shrugged a bit. "I need to know what your limitations are." His voice grew a bit darker as he approached her. "Just how far as you willing to go to get the job done." Even darker and quieter as he took another step. "To get what you want." A chill came to his voice as he stopped right before her. "To protect that lovely little daughter of yours."

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Sitting an swaying, up and down, side to side, ahh, faster, faster. They spoke but did not put two and two together. Mr. Talk was mad not glad. He should be glad, glad I tell you for faster is better. Stop the mud, top the grass, let us not be the last. Time time, we gotta make time. They gotta make time. So slow over the road, no modes on the roads, lets go! To the Sea!
	
	[color=fdc68a]"Sailing sailing over the ocean blue, over the hill is nothing new we turn to the ocean blue. Smell the salt, get nalt, naltical! Depth os the oceans and tides to our back, faster faster faster than the rabbit. Hammy nothing, nothingham, no salty pork, salty seas, taste, mmm, sailing sailing over the ocean blue to the north we go!"[/color] The man sung, to and fro, no stop lets go, over the horizon! [color=fdc68a]"Pirates are the circus of the sea! Let's be pirates argh!"[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] The sound of ice cracking on the bow echoed as the clouds rolled in from the east. From open ocean it came, dark and blue and purple and pink. The smell of salt in the air froze and the smell of rotting flesh crept in. "Something off the port bow!" from the crows nest a voice called out. The man stationed up there pointed to the waters. 

	With the surf and foam building the darkness over the skies it was hard to see. That was until the lightning crackled above and lit up the sky. Below the surf a large body mass of something could be seen cutting under the small vessel. Whatever was there it was not something they had dealt with before. The back of the shadowed creature seemed to brush up against the underside of the boat and send it reeling to the port side, sliding off of it before landing hard back into the water and rocking back into place. "Saints protect us..." the captain muttered as he spat water from his mouth and stood back up, grasping the wheel of the boat with a death grip that made his knuckles go white. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Road North:[/i][/b][/color] There are times when the dice are in your favor and times when they are not. Then there are time when no matter what you do, nothing can change the outcome. Sometimes you just don't know the outcome. At least not yet. As much as Mary pushed her stallion forward, whatever was holding Mary could not be caught. It seemed to be powered by the devil himself, pushing forward faster and faster as it climbed higher and higher until it vanished in the clouds. The flakes still falling like snow until they too seemed to vanish. 

	Yet there was a trail. Even though they had lagged far behind whatever the creature was, those flakes lay on the ground, giving a path. As long as the clouds did not break rain, perhaps they could continue to tail it. The thing was as they pushed forward it became apparent that whatever this creature was, it was starting to head as much west as it was north. This would take them off the road to Gretna Green. They would have to chose. Push forward to try to save Millicent. Or push west and try to save Veta. There was no right answer and both choices seemed wrong.