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Library, Wednesday

Anyone expecting a quiet redhead behind the circulation was in for a rude surprise--emphasis on the rude. There was a lanky brunette behind the counter today, watchful and on edge. There was a knife strapped to her hip and a gun within easy reach under the desk.

Zee wasn't taking any chances with the creepy guys that were suddenly around the island today. She was going to be the sister in view for the rest of the week, their other classes and identities be damned. One surprise attack that had them appearing in one of those weird machines was more than enough, thanks.

Don't expect a lot of help from today's substitute library aide, unless you were planning a trip out to put the hurt on some of those tire-wearing freaks. Then Zee was all yours.

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"Is that a request?" Zee asked. "Cause I can be really hateful when I put my mind to it."

Evan looked like he was actually thinking that one over seriously.

"... Would it make you feel better?"

There was a full moment of consideration there before Zeela finally shook her head. "Nah. Sholeh will be pissy at me."

Which, was true of itself, but not the whole truth. The whole truth, however, was not something that Zee felt like getting into right yet.

"If you wanna make me feel better, go find the asshole who hurt us and bring him to me. How's that for compromise?"

There was a long pause, there. A long pause, and a look on Evan's face that was sorely tempted, while he tried to battle another surge of anger away from the surface. His eyes flickered, though, shifting from ice blue to a solid white and just sticking that way.

"... I..." He closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened them again, solid white had taken on a faint red glow. "... I'll see what I can do."

He could still be smart about this. He could.

It was like someone had sassed Kansas!

"Whoa, hey now," Zeela said, startled. She...hadn't expected him to take her seriously. Or then volunteer to do something about it. "Let's not be too hasty or whatever. Sholeh will murder me herself if you go all rage-crazy again and it's my fault."

A pause and she said, a trifle unwillingly, "And that's not your way either. So you don't have to go do something like that on my behalf."

Nobody sassed Kansas. Unless you were from Kansas. Anyone else who tried had to face the wrath. That's how that worked.

"I'm not going to go crazy and blow up the island or anything," Evan muttered. "But I can at least go out there and fly around... see where they're at. Chart out what area they're crawling around in so that people can come up with a better plan of attack."

See? See, didn't that sound saner? And potentially useful, even?

"You'll let me know what you find out?" Zee demanded. "Instead of just leaving me in the dark to help make my sisters feel better?"

"I'll let you know as soon as I have any information that's useful," Evan promised, nodding a little. "In the meantime... stay safe, okay?"

Zeela snorted. "A little late for that."

But she wouldn't go looking for trouble, okay?

... Evan would settle for that.

"You know what I mean, Zee." He hesitated for a moment, and then shrugged. "And if you need anything else... I should be easy to find."

She knew where he lived. The offer was there.

"Right," Zee snorted, rolling her eyes. "As soon as I find myself in need of your help, I'll be right there."

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