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She held out a hand and you took it. It was cold to the touch.
<span class="mu-b">“If you recall, me and the Kravinoff family are working closely together to coordinate the next Great Hunt. When I heard that Anastasia was building powerful connections in this city,</span> <span class="mu-r">I thought it best to investigate further. And that it is when I stumbled upon signs of strong, demonic activity.”</span>
You nodded slowly.
<span class="mu-r">“So you hunt demons, too. I’m starting to see why.”</span>
You glared hatefully at the dead demons scattered throughout the area. When your gaze landed on the collapsed building, your eyes went wide and you nearly dropped your sonic cannon in your rush to check the wreckage for W’s body. You hadn’t seen her crawl out of there!
You shouted her name, tearing through the rubble and tossing it aside with reckless abandon. The others came to join you a moment later. Everyone except Oya. You were about to shout at her, but you noticed her staring at a particular spot in the wreckage, her orange eye flaring a bit.
<span class="mu-b">“Try searching there.</span> <span class="mu-r">I sense a warm body.”</span>
You all paused for a moment, and then you followed her lead without asking any questions. Sure enough, you found her exactly where Oya had pointed out. She was curled up, covering her extremities as a pile of concrete and rebar weighed her down. She looked hurt, but nowhere near as bad as Iara. Although, that was only judging from what you could see on the surface.
Glass hovered over her protectively, his own cracks slowly sealing themselves now that the battle was over.
<span class="mu-g">“Is she…?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I think she’ll be okay. People like us tend to heal fast. But we should get her looked at, just in case.”</span>
You picked her up gingerly, trying to ignore your own injuries as you did so. Iara reached out like she wanted to take her from you, but one look at her told you that she shouldn’t have been standing right now. That acid rain had really done a number on her.
You were about to tell her, or anyone else to call for transport, but your thoughts were interrupted by a line of black SUVs rolling down the street and pincering you from both sides. Their tires screeched to a halt, and a small army of well-dressed, and well-armed men and women began filing out to surround you.
The Morlocks that were still conscious adopted fighting stances, and you attempted to shield W with your body as they pointed their guns at you. The bruised and battered clone groaned miserably in your arms.
Oya just looked on curiously, seemingly detached from the entire spectacle.
From the firing squad in front of you, a man and woman parted their ranks without having to speak a word. They now stood at the forefront of who you assumed were their hired thugs.
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