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[color=ffd1d3][b]Location:[/b][/color] Car --> Macy's
[color=ffd1d3][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Deduction[/center]
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[color=ffd1d3][i]Oh.[/i][/color] Desiree thought, her inner voice dull, placated. [color=ffd1d3][i]A mutant.[/i][/color]

She was being hunted...by a mutant. A man who she had never seen before in her life. And the worst part? He was wearing ripped jeans and combat boots. An edgy fire bender was trying to kill her, or at the very least drive her out of 'hiding', and looked smug as hell while doing it. She cursed, raising her hand to her lips and beginning to chew on the dip of flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Her teeth scraped against skin, but the comforting motion did little to calm her nerves. 

How was she supposed to defend herself against a mutant? Was this as far as his plans went, or was he going to chase her down? Did he know where she was going? How could he? Hesitantly, she looked in the rear view mirror once more. As far as she could tell, there was no one following her. The flow of traffic was as hectic as usual during these times. Returning her gaze to the road, she sucked in a slow, shaky breath. She just had to get to the store. She'd figure things out when she was surrounded by people. 

Before she knew it, she was pulling into the Macy's parking lot. Exiting her car, she hovered beside her vehicle for a few moments, waiting. For what, exactly? She wasn't sure. Perhaps she was waiting to be attacked. Or for someone to wave a sign around that said [b]'SAFETY THIS WAY'[/b] in big, bold letters. Either way, her hand was trembling as it gripped the door handle of her mottled blue sedan. 

All around her, people were filtering in and out of the Macy's. There were young children, older men and women. Some seemed stress, others seemed content as they heaved bags into their trunks. She would bet a dime that none of them were in a situation quite like hers. At least she could pass off her distress as holiday stress. Taking the hood of her jacket, she lifted it cautiously over her head. 

Without another word, she entered the stream of people that were making their way into the store.