“You are a very difficult person to get a hold of, you know that?” Cliff said. There was less annoyance in his voice and more admiration - the man had been trained for tracking those that were difficult to find and yet, his own daughter (in his previous life) had managed to evade him. “I went to your apartment, nada. Tried calling you a few times, nada.” He looked at her, then his eyes moved over to where her wound had been. “With that on you, we gotta take extra-precautions, bug,” he said, concerned evident in his tone now. “Besides, with the amount of SHOT agents and their witch-hunter selves around, we have to be extra careful.” // @ofvexation



