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When Larxene entered today, her coat was dripping. Water fell in a dotted trail behind her as she slipped over to a table and laid a sopping sheaf of papers on it's surface. It was hard to read her expression under the hood, but she certainly wasn't smiling as she carefully peeled off the top sheet. She'd require better tools to separate the rest.

Damn.

Well, she could have the necessary equipment at her apartment within a day. She'd stay a few more minutes though, just pacing around the table and reading the two pages she could see.

{sopping tag: Larxene}