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“No shit, Sherlock,” Stride drawled, slipping her phone from her pocket now that Montana had things under control. Several missed messages; one from Issac, another from Oren. As she clicked through the texts- starting with Issac’s- she continued to speak, occasionally looking up at her company. “Might be just sayin’ some random shit, but I kinda doubt it. Seems too specific- ‘specially with the whole attack n’ all. ‘Sides, the...”

The hybrid trailed off, suddenly, staring down at her screen with an unreadable expression (masks, after all, tended to have that effect). She said nothing for a few moments, simply reading the message she had opened, before pressing down on one of the keys, and allowing Oren’s voice to drone softly out from the speakers. After a few words from the woman, Stride eventually paused the recording, walked out of the room, and pressed play once more.

Upon the message’s conclusion, Stride stayed silent for a few moments, before walking back in and muttering under her breath.

“What the fuck.”

This, of course, soon grew loud enough for the others in the room to hear, and soon enough she had brought her gaze up with a scowl. “Well,” she began, eyes flicking over to Montana, “Mind tellin’ us more about what went on ‘fore ya flounced, now that the lady’s taken care of?”

As she spoke, Stride glanced back at her phone, thumbs skipping along the keys as she typed up the proper messages; first to Oren, seeing as how she was already in the conversation.

‘medical’s room up and running, but we kinda had our hands full on our end. how the fuck is the cryptid alive?’

Then, to Issac,

‘did u rly fuck off in the middle of a mission? u better have crapped ur pants or something. orens pissed.’

Finally, Stride flicked over to Kora’s name into her contacts, typing out the most important message of all.

‘also, crystal wants some meat supreme pizza.’

Pizza, after all, was the most important objective.