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[a1enzo]

Enzo appears distracted when he enters the bar this evening. His left hand clutches an e-mail, which he rereads frequently, although it's not long at all: Report to the office of the Prime Guardian and a time and address.

Every so often, he takes a deep breath, then blows it out hard through pursed lips.

This is it.

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[tyler_marlocke]

He's going to find a paper airplane getting his attention, when it hits him, coming from some place in the ceiling.

[a1enzo]

Even preoccupied, his reflexes are impressive; he jumps, but he also grabs the airplane before it hits the ground. He looks at it, then in the direction it seems to have come from, in some consternation.

[tyler_marlocke]

It's a handwritten note:

-Dude, Megabyte in Bar, RIGHT NOW. Can not talk. Testing new invisibility, will get seen if I speak. So far, he's just watching. Be careful.

Tyler-

[a1enzo]

Frag. Frag frag frag. Enzo looks frantically around the barroom. Tyler's right. There he is. Frag.

What is he supposed to do? Avoid him? Confront him? Which does he want to do?

And he's going to have to mention this to Turbo, too...

Enzo swallows, looks back up at the rafters, and gives the empty space a nod of acknowledgement.

[tyler_marlocke]

There is no response from the rafters, maybe something falling off of one of them a little farther way...but then, Enzo probably shouldn't expect much more than that.

Especially if Tyler's working his darnedest to stay out of sight and observe the enemy.