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[jonathanparagon]

[Some hours after this.]



The sun's slanting toward the western horizon by the time he reaches midtown. It's the last stop he's got planned; none of the others, aside from the first one or two to collect supplies, have borne any fruit at all -- and even on those, people who should have recognized him showed no sign of it.

A heavy shutter is halfway down the storefront of Alcina's when he gets there. The sign on the door still reads OPEN, though.

He ducks to look in under the shutter, knocks on the door. Offers Alcina a hopeful smile, when she looks up.

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The three wind up in a little alcove between buildings, out of the wind and out of the main flow of foot traffic.

"We're being called back to base," Kelly tells him. "You're welcome to come with."

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Jonathan hesitates at that, because there's "better than an empty warehouse", but anyone could be at their base who he doesn't want to run into.

"They don't want you to patrol?"

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"We'll find out when we get there," Kelly says, her face stony. "The callback is for change of orders."

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He eyes her expression a little nervously, then shakes his head.

"You know, I wouldn't want to impose. Better I find a hotel or something."

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Kelly shakes her head. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to insist. Ms. Rosenberg says she remembers you."

Marlie's hand touches Jonathan's shoulder, slides to the back of his neck. There's a sharp sting, and a spreading numbness.

All the laughter and cheer are gone from her voice; instead, there's something like apology. "Told you I was good at being the decoy."

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He jerks automatically away from the sting, but it's too late.

He's still trying to turn to look at Marlie when everything goes black.