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Started February 12, 2018 by Mila

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"Dad- He's… Inhaler, in my pocket… Help…"

Lucia fumbled through Patagonia's pockets, shock and panic making her whole body shake. She handed her her inhaler and asked.
"He's your Dad? I mean, should I even ask?"

Patagonia managed to sit up and took a puff of the inhaler, then tossed it aside when once she used up the last of the vapour. "I-He's… He's my older brother, but he took me from my parents to join (the organization) and made me call him dad." She wasn't sure how to feel at the moment but laughed maniacally as (insert generic name here) rolled around on the ground, howling and cursing in pain as he attempted to cool the literal fire burning at his crotch.

"Because.. that's not creepy at all. Well, we each have our personalized family problems I guess." She stood up and helped Patagonia do the same.
"So, should we put the fire out or something?"

"Nah, it's fun watching him suffer. Shall we continue finding out things?"

Lucia tipped her head back and laughed. "Let's."
They both headed for the cafe. Again.

(and Alaria, she's just inactive)
"Take two," Patagonia muttered with a smirk.

Lucia smiled. The cafe quickly came into view, and they went in.
It was a mess. Tables were overturned, cups and plates were smashed, and drinks were spilled everywhere.
"It's like a plane crashed in here." she whispered in horrified awe.

"More like a Tesla rocket." Patagonia breathed, ambling forward and scanning the wreckage for any evidence of the organization.

(we really need to find a name for these guys…)
Lucia circled the nearest table. There was still a bag on the bench, covered in… blood. Lucia gagged and covered her mouth quickly walking to the bar.
The cash register had been vandalized and emptied, paperwork and receipts lay torn and crumpled across the floor.
"This was not a simple robbery. There were kills. It's like they wanted to destroy everything."
(how do you make something italic?)

(you put the little stars on it like this:
.* hello! *
only without the spaces and the period at the beginning ^-^
what about the Ivy League, as like a play on words?)
Patagonia picked up the bag, low-key gagging at the stench of death that surrounded her, and took a peek inside. "Hey Lucia, it's a flash drive. Well, that and a couple of fingers." Makes sense, she continued in her mind.

I turned to look at Patagonia.
"Fingers?"
I walked to her, and saw two fingers in the bag. I shook my head in disgust. "Take the flashdrive."
I slid over to the windows, all smashed. "A lot of people came. The Ivy League is big?"

"Humungous. They cut off a finger of every person they take, see?" Patagonia pulled her right hand shakily out of her hoodie pocket and wiggled the useless stump of her ring finger, all that was left of it. "We can go back to the house and check this out. Anything else you see?"

Lucia gasped at Patagonia's mutilated finger.
"No. Let's leave this satanic place." I decided.

Satisfied, Patagonia put her hand/paw back in her pocket and spun around, grabbing the wheelchair and pushing it back out into the street. The three of them moved in a wary silence, constantly jumping at every minuscule noise, and when they reached Lucia's house Patagonia sighed with relief.

Lucia let them all in and collapsed onto the couch. She was still panicking.
"I can lead a nation with a microphone. Swim until you love me. I am the colour of boom." she muttered a bit loudly, calming herself down.

"Umm… What?"

Alaria glanced towards Lucia, "Why does that sound vaguely familiar to me?"

Lucia blushed, not realizing they had heard her.
"Sorry. They're just song quotes. It's something I do to calm myself down…" she clarified, embarrassed.

Sitting down, Alaria pulled out her handset again, and smirked upon viewing her communications, "The squad Argent Summer found your buddy boy. He's alive, but begging for death right now," she chuckled, looking up to Lucia, "Squad Leader Kim sends his regards."

Upon reading the next part, Alaria pulled the corners of her mouth down.

"Damn, that bites," she said, her southern drawl going unchecked.

Lucia sat up, looking to Alaria. "What? What'd he say?"

Patagonia is not gonna be happy about this…

Alaria decided to keep her attention on Lucia for now. The girl's eyes stared back, anxious.

"I had them run a search for anything to do with the Ivy League(it works for me!), but they've come up empty. If that flash drive has nothing, we've only got a single reliable sources of information until buddy boy is well enough to talk."

Alaria didn't need to be a psyker(service term for telepathic) to know that Patagonia had about broken right there. Past the flash drive, she was it.

She stabalized her accent, then continued, "First we check the flash drive. You've got a computer somewhere here, right Lucia?"

"Yeah, of course. Upstairs in my study." Lucia indicated the staircase. She stood and, taking the stairs two by two, quickly closed the cupboard before Alaria walked in.

Patagonia remained silent, rubbing her paws together nervously.