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Serge & Lucia |EasilyAmused & ICanBeAnyone|

Lucia took the thin file and flipped it open with a shrug. Mother deceased, Father living. Hmmm they at least knew more about him than she did. She flipped through the rest of the file. They had done their homework. Her current and previous schools, employers, some previous coworkers. It looked correct.

She closed the file and took a long drink of her coffee before speaking. "I can verify everything is correct except the information about my father. Alive, dead, doesn't matter. To the best of my knowledge he doesn't know I exist. Not that it matters anyway." she said as she reached around and slid the file back onto the front seat.

"I never even knew his name,so if he is what this whole thing is about I won't be much help. Whoever he is, I am sure he is a perfectly nice person, but I can't attest to it."

She was very matter of fact about her lack of knowledge about her father. It used to bother her when she was younger, but now she realized it didn't matter.

"I really hope this hasn't been a complete waste of both of our time. I honestly could have used the extra sleep. I am working four to midnight tonight, possibly midnight to eight if we are short handed."

That unfortunately happened more than she would like, but she took the shifts whenever she could. The money helped. She of course had taken student loans, but never more than she needed. She threw extra money at them when she could, she had no desire to graduate with 20 years of debt to repay.

Fear No Evil (High Casual-Low Advanced)

Since we are a bunch of Saboteurs, anyone have ideas on what EPOD should be doing?

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Ray followed Marko through the door right on his heels. She had gotten almost into the room to clear it when she heard him yell. She spun on her heel and rushed to try to get to him. She had to dodge Chief, but she slid her knife in to the back of the things head. She turned quickly not able to help him push it off because she heard shuffling coming towards them.

"Looks like Lady luck got up and left. We've got company!" Her voice got louder to be heard over the groaning noises coming from the dead as they shuffled toward them.

"I count... 3... no 4." Get ready she said as she continued to put herself between him and the group while he got back on his feet. "Get Chief to hide behind us, no sense in offering them an appetizer." She said.

"SHIT!" She yelled as one of them seemed to pick up speed and head right for her. It rushed at her fast enough, that when it hit her they both fell to the ground. She tucked her legs between them to help leave a gap. This did not fall on her list of top ways to die. She struggled to get her knife hand up catching a glimpse of the other three getting closer.

She cursed again as the creature smashed its elbow into her ribs as it tried to claw at her and bring her to its mouth. She gasped for a second her hand grasping for anything heavy. Her hand found a large can, and she smashed it against the skull of the dead until the body finally went limp.

Serge & Lucia |EasilyAmused & ICanBeAnyone|

Lucia was one giant walking contradiction, or maybe she just suffered from multiple personalities. She personally was disorganized, chaotic, chronically late and just generally a hot mess. Professionally she was organized, punctual and literal, if she said something you could take it to be the gospel truth. She headed out the door and nodded politely as he moved so she could lock the door. "Thank you." She said in response to his compliment. "Precision can come in handy from time to time."

She followed him downstairs and raised an eyebrow as she slid in the back seat. She wasn't a backseat with a driver kind of girl, but she kept her mouth shut. She buckled her seat belt and grinned as the SUV started. He had good, eclectic, but good taste in music, that was always important. There was nothing worse than getting stuck in a car with crappy music. She unzipped her small cosmetic bag, which also easily doubled as a cute clutch purse and removed a hair brush. She ran the brush through her curly hair. It was soon obvious why it frizzed so bad, she yanked that brush through her hair. As soon as the brush moved freely, she began pulling it back. Instead of anything elaborate she settled on what she often called a 'faux braid' she took took her hair and pulled it back into a tight pony tail, but then added a hair tie every inch. It was a very simple style and didn't take long at all.

He remembered coffee. That made Serge her new hero. She did not function well without coffee. "Large black coffee with three ice cubes Please." She always added a few ice cubes to get coffee to a drinkable temperature faster. She was a woman who lived her life as though she was constantly on fast forward. She snuck a glance at her watch as she slid the brush back into her bag and began pinning her hair tightly to make sure every strand stayed in place. Travel time, and a two hour meeting included, she would get home at approximately 3:15. That would give her enough time to scribble down a few more paper ideas, change and get to work. She might be a few minutes late, which she hated, but sometimes things were unavoidable.

She reached forward and accepted her cup of coffee from him. "Thank you." There was something about him that made her want to tweak his tail so to speak. He was just too buttoned up and formal. "I tried starting my day without coffee once. My court date is pending." She joked, keeping her face neutral. Comedy is all about timing and delivery. She wasn't half bad at it, but she doubted he would agree.

"In all seriousness, thank you. I am running on..." She glanced down at her watch again "Not enough sleep. I worked a double shift last night, but the girl before me didn't take care of everything she needed to, so I didn't make it home until after sun up." She sipped the coffee gratefully. "I also appreciate you picking up while I was dressing. It was completely unnecessary, but very much appreciated. I just seem to be running behind these days."

She settled back in her seat and flipped open the leather folder in her lap flipping to her calendar to mark down todays events. She glanced up from her note taking, and it clicked in her brain that this SUV was a manual transmission. That reminded her, she really should learn to drive a stick. If she ever ended up employed in her field when she graduated, she could end up on a rapid response team, and manual transmissions were common in other countries.

There were so many things she wanted to ask, but Serge was very, very good at giving off a 'Don't ask me, I just work here.' vibe. In her mind it was likely that he was told to fetch, so he did. And now she found herself sitting in the back seat of a luxury SUV heading towards a meeting with what was likely the next President of the United States. She still had no idea why she was being brought to this meeting, but she supposed she would soon find out. If luck was with her, this would have something to do with one of the paid positions she applied for, and not an unpaid internship. She needed the experience, so paid or not, she would take it. Somehow, some way she would manage to find more hours in the day. After all isn't this what she wanted, to work in inhospitable locations, under conditions that most sane people avoided at all costs? Surely she could handle a six month internship in which she forced her schedule to fit a 36 hour day. The US navy did it, so could she.

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Ray nodded as he agreed to get the spark plugs, and headed away down the side of the building. She would take anything, that wasn't full plate glass. She headed around the building and grinned. There was another door back here, with glass on either side. Perfect! She heard Marko's voice and called back quietly. "Around back. This is should work."

She waited until he made it back to her and took the spark plug smashed it on the ground to cause it to break. She picked it up and looked at Marko. "Keep an eye out.. this could cause some attention." She reared back and threw the broken spark plug at the window. She was relieved when the window glass shattered and fell to the ground.

She approached carefully and reached through the now missing glass to unlock the door. She pulled back quickly and didn't open the door yet.

"Ok, your weapon is better, I am going to open the door so you can head in. You go to the left, I will go to the right. Let's hope we got really lucky and the place is empty."

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Ray took a few steps back and tried to look and see if there was going to be an easier way inside than the front door. These windows would not be easy to break, and they would make a lot of noise. "What I wouldn't do for a chisel and a very large mallet." She said in frustration. Yeah she could pick the lock, if she had her tools, but she hadn't thought to bring them. When in doubt you punch out the lock. It was a quick way in. It's still loud, but the door is still usable, just not lockable when you are done.

Well there was another way. She looked at Marko. "I am betting there are at least a few in there. I think if there was anything left alive, we would have a gun in our face by now." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked over the building again. She needed to find a small window, something that could be covered to break. She looked at Marko. "We need a spark plug, and then to find a smaller window or door."

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Ray could sympathize with the dog. She was in a hurry to get out of here too. She helped Marko open the doors, and they slipped into the street. She moved through the street, keeping her back to the buildings. It wasn't too far to the surplus store, she looked back occasionally worried about Marko. He wasn't looking too great.

She just grinned and shrugged when he asked her if she was roasting. "I used to stand around in a kevlar vest and a black suit for a living. It's only a little warm" She said as she dropped back to stay even with him. "It's only another block or so." She said quietly. She hoped against all hope that the building would be fairly empty of biters.

She led the way up another block and a half and gestured to the door of the army surplus store. "Ok, so how do you want to handle this?" She asked. She tried to catch a glimpse in the windows to see if she could tell what they were up against.

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@SmileyJaws It's up. It is definitely not my best work, but it will get us moving forward LOL