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She returned to the Lair every few days. It was important that no one was still lingering down there, and also so that nothing was out of the ordinary if they were forced to return suddenly.
Her fingers trailed along the cracked tile walls, glancing around before crossing into the computer room, John’s chair still placed at his desk like the blonde was going to return and sit in it at anytime. But he wasn’t. They didn’t know where he was. Crossing to the cabinet, she opened it, pulling out one of John’s old jackets. Without caring, she pulled it on, letting it almost swallow her up. Quietly, she reminisced. The hairs on the back of her neck raised suddenly, causing her to spin around to the door—
“——Holy shit! John!”
John found that this target was particularly easy to track. It was hardly a challenge, but sentimentality would enslave even the most hardened of warriors.
"Clarissa Tellemanca."
Her name is spoken in a calculated tone, emotionless aside from the edge of a smirk that pulled at his lips.
"It's really a shame how I knew you'd be here, though it does make my job easier."
He read the file. The Lair, as the renegade Tomorrow People called this abandoned subway station served as home for various paranormals once. John knew, if only because he gathered them there himself under the guise of a known associate, infiltrating the group to size up potential recruits for Jedikiah's program.
There was a gun on his person, lethal measures authorized if need be, though incapacitating her alive would be please the man in charge more than a simple corpse along the way.
"—— Miss me?"
