[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Zoie's Farm
[b]Skills:[/b] Athletics, Perception
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	Mali ran back around to the front of the barn where Relic and Zoie were. Perhaps if she was braver, more foolhardy or less conscionable she might have just run into that barn right then. But even after all that, she didn't want to run into a burning building barefoot and in a very expensive, likely highly flammable dress. Even if it could potentially save a life. But the thing was that she didn't know if it was. She didn't even know for sure if Marc was in there. There was just too many unknowns in this whole situation. By the time she had actually reached them, she had worked up a bit of a sweat and a shortage of breath. In part due to the exertion, but also the weather and the flames nearby.

	 [color=D5FF00]"I couldn't see Tinder anywhere around the barn, and I couldn't spot him if he was in the barn. Didn't hear anything other than the fire. I don'y know where he is."[/color] Mali paused, looking around for something that would give her some idea of what to do from here. Something that would be able to help locate Tinder. Or would get the fire department here sooner. [color=D5FF00]"Hey, you talked to him on the phone earlier, right Zoie? Did he happen to say what he was going to be doing today?"[/color] A long shot, but maybe that phone call held the clue that would let them piece together what had happened to the FBI agent.