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[hr][center][h3]~1506 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[/h3][/center][hr]

Things were going FUBAR rapidly, Vera considered. Civilians everywhere. More dead appearing by the minute. There was no air strike to call in. There was no 'special purpose' unit waiting in the wings.

It was her and the loudmouthed necromancer and a barely conscious Lucian. Not great, but not terrible.

Edward was right, she considered, collateral damage would be greater if they had to fight in the city. Better to reset. Better to shift position. The thought of chasing down the car was less appealing. They could hitch a ride, no?

[color=#63B8FF]"Wait!"[/color] She shouted, following Edward's lead and fading into corporal existence. [color=#63B8FF]"We are not your enemy. Let us go with you, we will keep you safe. You will not be able ot handle these gathering dead by yourself."[/color]

Many reapers could be stuffed inside of a small car, Vera reasoned, what did the undying care about cramped spaces. A job was a job. All that mattered was the mission. And she doubted Lucian could move much further under his own power. It was time to regroup.