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Miraze stirred a bit as Aurelie's voice broke through her daze.

“All right, we’re done here,”

She still refused to take anymore energy than strictly necessary, and with her condition, her head was swimming from keeping them hidden.

“We have names, addresses, convictions... even phone numbers. Old ones anyway, for all of them that picked up a record at least. We know they all went to the same school. Apparently it was blown up this morning, which might explain the gathering of mages we saw.”

Blown up ... ?

"That's funny ... I didn't think any of them could blow up a school ... and the dark-haired guy doesn't look like he would, it probably wouldn't be enough fun for him without playing around a little first." she mumbled, remembering how he had left the two helpless people alone. "And Zador wasn't there, was he? I heard the noise of the school blowing up, and he was in the building by then. If he had tried to blow something that big up from this distance, I'd have felt the wave. Does that mean another Black Mage is here?"

How troublesome ....

She leaned back, rolling up the windows of the black sedan she had conveniently 'borrowed' of her own volition. True, Aurelie hadn't asked for a sedan, but hey, she was going to give it back as soon as they were done here, and she would like to be at least a bit comfortable while coughing her guts up, thank you very much.


She heard Aurelie snort beside her, and decided not to ask. It was kind of hard speaking right now. Leaning her head on the cool glass of the window, she stared outside, wishing they could compensate the lady they had scared in some way. Money ... they were a bit tight on money right now, and probably would be, considering how both of them had used up so much energy on this mission, and for that exact reason, she couldn't use her illusion on the poor lady either.

"Back to the dump?" she asked, sounding much better than she felt. She might have preferred resting a little before driving - especially as she was driving - but waiting longer meant shadowing the car longer.

Speaking of which ...

Rolling down the windows to make sure no one was watching, she lifted the illusion from the car, making it visible. Even if someone saw it now, they would only find a car registered to a prestigious rental service stalling. Except they hadn't really 'hired' it, but Miraze was pretty sure the owner ( who she had bypassed the clerk in favour of - she wouldn't want him to get into unnecessary trouble with his employer, would she now? ) could afford one little car for a little over an hour rent-free.

The only downside to this neat little arrangement was that they would have to go back to that apartment after this. The place, no offense meant to the man who rented it, was as dingy as dingy could get. It was neat, but nonetheless a dump, with only one bedroom that she had given to Aurelie, and a little sitting room. Thinking of it only reminded Miraze how much she hated these tiny boxes that seemed to have sprung up during her absence. Even living on the streets was better than this.