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"It's the last thing I heard-- or didn't hear-- before I lost a day," A familiar male voice can be heard saying as the door opens.
"Matt, I--" the blonde woman who walks through the door stops a few feet in and stares in shock at the bar. The door closes with a click behind her. Her hand goes to her hip automatically, before she remembers that she isn't carrying her gun.
Without looking away from the scene in front of her, she reaches back and feels for the door handle. Except there isn't one. Her eyes widen a little and she turns to look-- at a blank wall where the door should be. She whirls back around, eyes scanning the room constantly. She's freaked out and scared, but she's not going to panic. She's a federal agent. Federal agents don't panic.
"...Shit."
Audrey Hanson, welcome to Milliways.
"Matt, I--" the blonde woman who walks through the door stops a few feet in and stares in shock at the bar. The door closes with a click behind her. Her hand goes to her hip automatically, before she remembers that she isn't carrying her gun.
Without looking away from the scene in front of her, she reaches back and feels for the door handle. Except there isn't one. Her eyes widen a little and she turns to look-- at a blank wall where the door should be. She whirls back around, eyes scanning the room constantly. She's freaked out and scared, but she's not going to panic. She's a federal agent. Federal agents don't panic.
"...Shit."
Audrey Hanson, welcome to Milliways.