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[b][color=black]Time:[/color][/b][color=gray]Noon --> 4pm[/color]
[b][color=black]Location:[/color][/b][color=gray]Operation Humanity HQ[/color]
[b][color=black]Interactions:[/color][/b][@Potter][@FunnyGuy]
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[color=gray]Shay had not been keen to give up much information, but Angel saw through her act. She knew there was something she could get out of her, but being that Angel was not sure what the witch was capable of and also empathized with her spot, she'd let it go for now. It was only so long ago that people had tried to badger her for information after she was fresh from a traumatic situation. Trotter would display her head on a stick outside the HQ if she did not get back before noon. She ended up dropping Shay off at Holiday Inn with some money and told her to call her if she needed help. Angel also called her a bitch for not telling her anything but that's besides the point.

Angel had driven by the dump with intent to pick up Remy, but did not see her anywhere. She knew it was very possible Remy got a ride home, yet she felt her stomach sink. Texting and calling Remy had no result. She texted Sean asking if Remy was at the HQ before continuing her journey back. Angel immediately moved to Remy's bedroom, peaking inside. Still, no Remy. Angel chewed her lip but figured she could take care of herself wherever she was off to. She was more resourceful than anyone she had ever seen. She knew they'd question her on it and wrestled with the idea of covering for her as the two had always done for each other. It had only been noon anyway. 

For the hour after that, Angel threw herself into running on the track. She felt like hurling afterward, but immediately threw herself into weight training to keep avoiding growing apprehension. Then she practiced her swordskills. Others in the room noticed she was a bit more vicious today and had cleared out the space nearby her.  After a shower and change of clothes, she was then running out of distractions. It was 4pm. 

She found herself pacing in the hallway, dressed in a tank top and black sweatpants. Trotter suddenly bolted out of his office as she was idly procrastinating going in to talk to him. Angel froze up in surprise, expecting to be yelled at for going off the premises, but he did not even notice her. The man started moving with a vengeance in the other direction. 

He was pissed off at someone other than her? It was a miracle.

Angel let him go a bit ahead before following him curiously. He was heading to the infirmary. The guy was going to go yell at sick people. He never ceased to keep surprising her with new and fun ways to become more of an asshole. She leaned against the wall once he went inside a room. 

[color=lightblue][i]”Nikolaus.” [/i][/color]

Yup. Trotter was going to tear him a new one by the judge of his tone.

Nikolaus was one of the other few experiments. He was a bit older than her but closer in age to her than most of the hunters. They had got on well as kids but he had gotten more serious and weird over the years and she had isolated herself for her own reasons. They talked and trained still but it was all business between them now. Still, the thought of him being hurt brought back a nostalgic feeling, and she could not help but need to know what was going on. She moved herself closer to the room to eavesdrop. Besides, whether she liked it or not, she needed to talk to Trotter and tell him Remy was missing possibly.[/color]