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Mar 21, 2007 01:24

*The front door opens, held on the other side by Kira Clemens, and three tired and blood-spattered people step through.*

*Makita, who's got the worst of the blood-spattering, heads immediately for the stairs to her room and a shower. The two Wells cousins look at each other.*

I don't know about you, but I need a drink.

makita, andrew wells, oom, sergeant wells, kira clemens

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