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Kalen scowled at the stranger who offered to trade their chip for a basic spell. [color=#738FCE]
“Oh [i]please[/i].”[/color] Now he was just irritated. [color=#738FCE]“Las Vegas is about 136 square miles. In the city could still be anywhere – if you think your offer means anything, I’ve got a [i]lovely[/i] tower in Chicago to sell you.” [/color] Annoyingly, he couldn’t even get a decent glare going. His eyes just wanted to… slide off this man’s face. Weird. [color=#738FCE]“If you really wanna do me a favor, let me bum a cigarette and a light.”[/color] He’d been trying to quit, but if he didn’t do something to settle himself he was going to start chewing on his rosary.

[color=#738FCE]“You, though…”[/color] He looked firmly at Nathaniel.[color=#738FCE] “You seem okay. I could use reliable help. I tried a tracer spell, but I dropped it, literally. Haven’t been able to quite get it to work since.” [/color] He’d relit the candle about an hour before the chip called him out. Oddly, the flame had been weirdly still. No wind, no motion. He wasn’t sure of what it meant, and Alessandra had refused to answer him. 

His attention was drawn to Ezekiel the second he said that Jin’s picture looked familiar. The printed paper was hastily snatched, and the surprise sunk in. [color=#738FCE]“…that’s them. Tampering with slot machines? That doesn’t make sense. Jin wouldn't do something like that.”[/color] Not publicly anyway. Sure, Jin would probably love to mess around with theory and what-ifs, but to actually do it? And then get caught? That wasn't Jin. But the printout in his shaking hands was [b]real[/b]. Blurry or not, it was definitely his sweetheart. [color=#738FCE] “How-”[/color]


He never got to finish the question. A shudder ran through him, like someone had dumped ice water down his back. The same sensation he’d felt a thousand times over, one he’d finally learned to listen to over the years. It meant one thing: 

[color=#738FCE] “...trouble’s coming.” [/color]