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And indeed Jenga did soon catch up with her, while Victor was close on their heels.

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"Get off!" Jenga said as he tried to get free of the Marshall, eventually managing to slip away but leaving behind his bag and coat before running after Roman again.

Victor was no idiot, slinging the bag over one shoulder but leaving behind the coat as he continued after them. There was a startled question from Orion and he quickly told the dragon what was happening, before leaping over another alley gap in pursuit of the thieves

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Jenga was half a step behind her, not bothering to glance over his shoulder as he heard the fast approaching steps of the Marshall. He leapt after Roman, tackling the other when they hit the other roof top in an attempt to get the message pad from her. A moment later Victor had jumped after them and grabbed for the pad as well,

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Jenga yelped when the Marshall lunged at him, managing to escape his grasp and sprinted after Roman.

Victor growled in annoyance, racing after them down the hall. He didn't dare set off an alarm though, if he did the Guards would be right on them. They'd find the message pad, they'd read the messages, they'd KNOW.

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"Who's your father. I might be able to point out his door for you." Victor asked, his face blank and clearly showing he didn't believe a word of their story as he folded his arms and looked at them.

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Victor narrowed his eyes, stepping out into the hall way. "Hold up there." He said sharply, closing his door behind him and following after them.

"Really? Really?" Jenga hissed at Keenan as he wrested his arm from her grip.

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"I didn't ask for your opinion did I?" Asked Jenga with an arched eyebrow, folding his hands behind his back and putting on a large grin when the door was opened up to reveal the rather annoyed and suspicious looking Marshall.
"What." He asked, voice clipped and terse.

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Jenga glanced over at the twig boy, rolling his eyes before looking back to the door. "I know. Im trying to record him talking so I can get the voice lock to open up on this door." He muttered in annoyance. Seeming to give up on that though he straightened up and slipped his amplifier back into his bag. "But I guess that's not gonna happen," He raised a hand and knocked four times on the door.

Victor looked up sharply, closing up the messenger service on the gauntlet and getting to his feet.

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Victor sunk into his chair, still wearing the red left hand gauntlet used for training and flipping through the messages he had sent and received on the small screen embedded in it.

Jenga paused outside his door, hesitating before putting an ear to the cold metal wall and setting a small amplifier to it just below his ear.

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Victor stripped off bits and pieces of his sand blasted and scorched training armor, setting it aside on his work table beside his helmet. His conversation with Orion that night was more somber then usual, and darker. Focusing on the events he had witnessed while on patrol two days ago, events he had gotten in touch with another Marshall about, a man called Ethan. Their letters were brief and as vague as they could make them, as well as coded, but still he did not like keeping them around. Orion had insisted though that he not throw them out and that he simply dispose of them later, as throwing them out could risk someone else finding them.
These letters were exactly what the Bidder intended her potential employees Keenan and Jenga to procure for her, as it was always nice to have Marshall in your pocket and Victor would make a useful one.
But even as Jenga made his way up to the floor Victor's rooms were stationed, the Marshall was moving to destroy the evidence.