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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:14 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:39 am
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Gidget pops with delight, "Ah, great then. Over to your left is a table of exhibited devices I've made for people to see. It's a great ice breaker for when we have new people join us. In front of each device is a button that will explain to you exactly what it does. Feel free to fiddle with anything that doesn't sound dangerous. Your a cop so I trust you to handle things with safety. Okay then, I'll be back in a bit."
She leaves with happiness and despair all at once. Happiness that she is once again creating something for the good of another person, but sad that she has to confer and request information from someone she knew would have to be coherent to be able to help.
Walking to the Mercy ward of Valhalla, she goes through several security checks before reaching her destination. Key card, voice/password recognition, facial scan, retinal scan, and finally a personal interface wit the security door using her own USB connection from her right ring finger.
She steps into a room with a chair and layered shatter resistant glass on the opposite wall. She flips a switch and a light comes on on the other side of the glass.
On the other side is a man huddled on his bed, eyes agape and listless. Gidget swallows hard and places her hand on a panel beside the glass. The colorless vapor is ventilated out of the room and the figure shortly begins to stir.
She raises her head and speaks aloud, "Shane."
He blinks a few times, trying to clear his thoughts. He hears his name. Once, and then again. He raises his head and wipes the spittle off of his chin. His eyes travel to the glass, and harden at the sight of the thing standing on the other side of it. He knows there are measures in place to pacify him should he become violent. So he simply stands, shaky at first but soon stable, and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
He hisses with disdain, "Agatha."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:59 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 11:53 am
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