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"Where can we find them at? This friend of your's?" He asked his chin in his hand.
"Where can we find them at? This friend of your's?" He asked his chin in his hand.
"Sort of, she worls for us but… She's currently on Spain… I could still call her"
Autist shrugged. "It's your job."
Ivanna picks un her phone and takes a photo of everything that could be useful and calls someone, "Hound, yes, I already send you the photos, do your job…"
"Well that was easy." He noted and probably would've laughed if he ever did.
(Sorry for the delay, I was talking to a "client" for a drawing)
(Oh cool! It's totally fine!)
"So… It isn't Cobweb Street? Sagacity district, Bloodbone, Shroom park? Understood"
Autist stood there just morphing his hand into random ones while he waited.
"Is Sagacity district then, which way of traveling are you must comfortable with?" She ask
"I prefer any auto mobile or form of transportation that isn't walking. I haven't mentioned but my power is limited to some animals and basically every human hybrid thing."
"Well, now I mean to get in the car…" she points at a black car
He nodded transforming his hand back to normal. "Please- lead the way."
"If anyone ask, we are on a routine patrol…" the motor is silence compares to the noise of the city, just one second and they are on the road.
"Fine." He said coolly, not with much annoyance. "So we're off to Sagacity?"
"Yes, the little crap lied, worts part, we are off to a park that is also a cementery…"
"Oh fun." He said rubbing his face.
"That thing he almost gave you was shiny, right?" She kept eyes on the road
He pulled it out and shook it a bit. "It looked it to me."
"The sick bastard…" she groaned, "Those are fairy ashes, a literal dead body!"
"Well- we have a problem then don't we." He said looking at it trying not to think of it.
"This is more than just drugs… I know fairy corpses produce a weird odor that causes allucination but…" she tries to not think about it "Sick bastard…"
"It's a bit ridiculous isn't it. He lied with a gun to his head- he really must not fear for his life."
"104 years on this job and I'm still surprised…"
"104?!" He asked clearly shocked.
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