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[color=#BA68A6][b]Location:[/b]  The Crown Room - Baton Rouge, Louisiana[/color][/center][hr][hr]


As Casper's shadow came over her she shrank back from him.  His closeness caused her to lash out.  [color=BA68A6]"Keep your fucking hands off of me,"[/color] she screeched.  And then she paused, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as he went to talk to his brother.  The two different sets of memories rolling around in her brain, competing with each other were giving her one hell of a headache.  She rubbed her temples as she stood and approached the brothers.

She knew neither of these men.  Not really.  She had memories of them but none of them were real, were they?  She scooped up her hammer and hefted it over her shoulder as she came to a stop near them.  Her green eyes were glued to the crown.  [color=BA68A6]"We've got a job to finish.  May as well finish it."[/color]  Her accent had changed, sounding much more midwestern than the Cajun she had been speaking with previously.