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[fortis-group]

Assignments Late W4

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Noah Bennet - Interrogate Lucas Fallerman & debrief the rest of Fortis on the events of Wednesday.

Leopold Ashworth - Run tests on Claire Bennet’s blood. Report anything suspicious to Noah Bennet or Peter Petrelli.

Max Marvel - Secure the Petrelli entrances and survey damage.

Micah Sanders - Make sure all technology is up to date and running correctly.

Claude Rains & Cole Grimes - Standby for assignment.

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Dancing with the Devil || Charlie and Mere || V7 W4 || Friday Eve

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The week had ended up feeling longer than it was, but that was to be expected after she volunteered to take as many hours as she had. Though she knew she had stayed at the apartment after the break in, it also felt like she had finally built up the courage to go back to her former home.

Jiggling the key in the lock, she realized the apartment wasn’t even locked. Her gut told her both that she shouldn’t go in, and also that she was being paranoid about the entire thing. She knew as well as anyone that she was forgetful, that those things happened. And anyway, it was just another small box or two. Dishes, silverwear, towels. Homey, but non essential things.

A deep breath taken, and courage scrounged together, Meredith rushed into the apartment. Finding boxes in the living room, she dragged them into the kitchen to start packing again.

Then she heard it: a faint rustle, like a page turning. Frozen in place, Meredith gripped at the edge of the counter, cautiously peeking over her shoulder. She’d seen this movie, and no way in hell was she going to call out.

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No Rest for the Wicked || Shay and Meredith || V7 W4 || Monday Morning

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Meredith sat in the mostly bare office off of the side of the library, and familiarized herself with the space. She supposed students wouldn’t be showing up this early, so she could save checking the inventory of books until later in the day.

Pulling out a list of books, self-compiled, she went into the nonfiction section, glancing over the variety. Unfortunately the literature of abilities was mostly limited to conjecture, so it seemed.

Still browsing through the books, she turned around one of the corners into an area with tables, to see a woman close to her age set up with a laptop. “Oh, uh, hey,” she started, “uh, hi, I’m... Miss... no, I’m Meredith. If you need help with anything, let me know.”