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Glassy eyes stared up at April, singed fingertips stiff and curled upwards. 


Reno. 


 A chill crept across her skin in spite of the thick layers of insulation she wore. Lauren was freaking out. Ana had thrown up the second she’d laid eyes on Re- on the body. It was hard to smell much with the biting wind crashing through the open door, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t imagine it. Ana had been right yesterday - they had to do something. 


 She looked up at Niels arrival, forcing her eyes away from the body. His question was almost snatched up by the cold. The other two were falling to pieces. April had to step up. 


[color=a187be] “Reno’s dead.”[/color] she sounded cold, she realised. Maybe a second too late. She turned to Ana, [color=a187be]“You were right, yesterday. We need to figure out who’s doing this, before… before this happens again.”[/color] cold sweat pricked the curve of her back, the top of her brow, the back if her neck. She carefully studied the faces of the others. Lauren was a wreck. She didn’t trust Ana, but if the steaming pile of sick outside was anything to go off, she was genuinely surprised. That left… 


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“Niels. Would you mind letting us know why it took you so long to get here? Everybody else ran over as soon as we heard the bang.”[/color]


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