Shiruta, Kahndaq - Wednesday Morning (Fandom Time)
Renee did not have a very good week. Hell, she hadn't had a very good month at this point. The only thing keeping her going right about now was moving forward and solving the damn case.
They made a break, though. One hell of one. Got one of Intergang's 'Crime Bible's after interrupting some ritual with the help of Isis and Black Adam.
Whatever the hell that thing was.
Charlie had been excited about it.
She wasn't sure it was worth it. No image for the long-run from here right now. Hard to see past killing a kid and watching another be crippled and not be able to stop a damn thing. She wanted another drink.
Next stop was Nanda Parbat, according to Charlie. The Hima-fucking-layas. Never in her life did she think she'd go anywhere like this. Should... call back to Fandom. Let some people know she wasn't dead or anything.
Yet.
Way this trip was going, Charlie would have to deal with a dead body.
She picked up her cell phone, staring at the numbers for a moment. Had to work up to calling now before they left again.
Finally, after much too long, Renee punched in a number.
[[OOC: Phonecall for a certain slayer not of the fuuuuutuuuuure and an FBI agent, please!]]
They made a break, though. One hell of one. Got one of Intergang's 'Crime Bible's after interrupting some ritual with the help of Isis and Black Adam.
Whatever the hell that thing was.
Charlie had been excited about it.
She wasn't sure it was worth it. No image for the long-run from here right now. Hard to see past killing a kid and watching another be crippled and not be able to stop a damn thing. She wanted another drink.
Next stop was Nanda Parbat, according to Charlie. The Hima-fucking-layas. Never in her life did she think she'd go anywhere like this. Should... call back to Fandom. Let some people know she wasn't dead or anything.
Yet.
Way this trip was going, Charlie would have to deal with a dead body.
She picked up her cell phone, staring at the numbers for a moment. Had to work up to calling now before they left again.
Finally, after much too long, Renee punched in a number.
[[OOC: Phonecall for a certain slayer not of the fuuuuutuuuuure and an FBI agent, please!]]