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[color=steelblue]“How about we trade? You give me the pad and I’ll give you this.”[/color] Detective Merit withdrew a cheap-looking flip phone from her shirt pocket and slid it across the table to Hayato. [color=steelblue]“Go ahead and call whoever you have to call to pick up that kid from the morgue. No questions asked, no strings attached, completely untraceable and scrubbed from the record.”[/color]
She took back the pad and read over it carefully. [color=steelblue]“Think about the climate, Hayato. People don’t worry about the mundane; in a world where you could get eaten by a hundred-year-old satan spawn, your average Joe won’t be too worried about influenza and reckless driving. Do you understand that?”[/color] She looked up again to meet his eyes. 
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Beck grabbed Aava by the shoulders and pulled her back from the equipment. [color=silver]“For the time being.”[/color] She replied, letting the näkki go again. She wasn’t too afraid of getting bitten, honestly; that kind of fear fades away quickly when you’re working every night tracking down covens. [color=silver]“Her name is Aava. She’s mostly non communicative, she got hit in the head with a rock.”[/color]
“Mostly?”
[color=silver]“She’s… something. Maybe a siren? The point is that she’s hurt and I told the state police I’d get her looked at.”[/color]
“The SAC doesn’t exactly transcend communication. Unless you want to get her an MRI, you might be wasting your time.”
[color=silver]“So what? You won’t do anything for her?”[/color]
“I’m just being honest. There’s probably no point.” He replied. “If she’s nauseous or in pain give her over the counter medications, if her condition worsens bring her back. Make sure she gets rest and doesn’t experience another head injury. But we can’t cure a concussion”
Beck grimaced; she supposed she knew that. [color=silver]“Alright. Whatever. We’ll just leave.”[/color] The nurse waved them off as Beck tugged Aava by the hand and lead her back through the halls and finally into the parking lot. With a frustrated sigh she stopped just outside the door, blinking in the morning sunlight. She cast a slightly harsh look at Aava. [color=silver]“What are you, man?”[/color]
A weak but hopeful cry rang out from across the pavement. [color=cc3300]“There you are!”[/color] A familiar figure came around the building; a young man with freckles and a mop of light brown curls, wearing tattered clothes.