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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Andrew Carlino[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Andrew Carlino’s home [color=#812442][b]Time: [/b][/color] Evening, wearing on into night[/center]
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At long last, Andrew Carlino marked Evelyn Godwin down as a no-show and called it a day, closing up his office and migrating thence to the more domestic wings of his house.  The first new order of business was to let his dog in from the back yard.  

He’d fed Fenrir the World Devourer dinner and let him out just before his scheduled appointment with Ms. Godwin so that the dog wouldn’t disturb the intake process.  A perusal of the perimeter security cameras showed that the terrier was entertaining himself with something along the back fence.  It must not have been too engrossing, since Fenrir came right away, bobbed tail wagging like a frantic metronome, when Dr. Carlino opened the sliding door and called his name.  

Andrew skritched the Jack Russel’s ears and chin for a bit, then indulged in a couple rounds of fetch before leading the World Devourer back inside for a somewhat less than world-sized treat.  As he did, he noticed that it was starting to rain.  [i]Just in time[/i], he thought with some relief; he was not in the mood for muddy paws and wet dog smell.  

The doggy intake having gone more smoothly than Ms. Godwin’s patient intake, Andrew headed into the living room to relax for a bit before turning to evening business.  The psychiatrist didn’t have any appointments with Wardens on his calendar tonight, and he had just inventoried his medicines and “enhancements” yesterday, so he had no urgent business at the Bastion.  He even dared hope he might have the evening to himself.

As Andrew entered the living room, Fenrir dashed in past him to jump onto his human’s favorite chair.  The terrier set himself proudly in the middle of the seat, bright black eyes regarding the doctor with an air of expectant defiance.  Andrew was just considering whether to evict the squatter or just sit on the couch instead when his pager went off.  He pulled it from his belt and read the message with pursed lips.

URGENT
CODE 3 - Last location Nightclub in Sector 6
ALL WARDENS REQUIRED TO DO A STATUS CHECK. 
End Transmission

Code 3 meant that a Warden had gone MIA.  The message didn’t identify who that was, nor could Dr. Carlino have guessed, since he was not usually privy to operational details.  The upshot was that the Bastion wanted to know where everybody was.  Andrew pecked out and sent a quick message:  [b]“DR C @ HOME,”[/b] then slipped the pager back into its holster.  After a moment, he opted to ignore the dog in favor of hitting the couch for a quick nap.

He woke up to a soft wheezing sound at his feet.  Fenrir had joined him in his couch nap and was snoring.  A glance at his phone told Andrew that he had slept about an hour, and that nobody had called or texted him in that time.  That was just as well; nobody seemed to have good news for him tonight.  Sitting up and listening told him that it was still raining.

He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and was getting hungry.  He went into the kitchen to make some coffee, and to finish off the tiramisu he had left in the fridge.  He had some leftover ziti, too, but the tiramisu would go better with the coffee.  As the caffein and sugar stirred in his brain, the Doctor began to realize that he probably needed to head into the Bastion tonight, after all.

A Warden’s going missing might involve, among other things, their psychic state, so it would be a good idea to find out at headquarters who the missing agent was and review their file.  The errant Warden might also be due for a visit once they re-emerged from whatever it was they had gotten themselves into.  If nothing else, they would want to re-stock their enhancements after having been out-of-pocket for a while.

By the time Andrew was washing up after his supper, Fenrir had awoken and realized that his human was in the kitchen.  A clatter of tiny claws on tile heralded the World Devourer’s arrival.  The doctor played with the dog for a few minutes before going upstairs to change.
  
Soon after, now in sturdier, less formal clothes, the doctor came back downstairs and headed towards the garage.  As he did, he sent another text to the Baston:  

[b]“Coming in.  Need info on MIA pls.”[/b]