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Library, Friday

The library might have looked a little messy, but every researcher sort of had their own organizational system going now. Billy had stopped to get coffee, tea, and muffins on his way in, and was perfectly happy to make sure the "No Guns in the Library" sign and box were perfectly visible no matter how many books got put back onto the desk for re-shelving.

The researchers were all getting somewhere with their work, but Billy wasn't quite sure if that was going to be enough. Don't mind him if he looked a little stressed.

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"Then I have a job for you!" Tannis announced brightly. "As a delightful departure from this kill or be killed affair, my readings have detected what appear to be exciting new forms of mutated life out in your preserve!"

No really, she was pretty jazzed about this thing.

"I need you to go out and get visual data of whatever it is that's out there giving off these readings."

Mike was not interested in "delightful departures" from this mess.

He gave her a blank look. "And how is that going to help us with Hyperion and the road warriors?"

Way to harsh her cheer, Mike. Way to be. "It will help by ensuring my continued assistance in your troubles," she informed him haughtily. Also, pouting.

Not that she'd stop helping if he refused. Probably. But she had no problem with claiming she would. "Consider the scientific data my payment for helping."

...Shit.

Okay, so this was a mission of Keep The Crazy Person Happy. Mike had plenty of experience with that. Plenty. Walt, Gayle, Lydia... sometimes you just had to humor someone in order to get the job done.

Besides, it sure as hell beat sitting around waiting for someone to come up with a plan.

He gave her a forced smile. "Then I'm all yours. What exactly do you need?"

This was very much a mission of Keep The Crazy Person Happy. Dr. Tannis had that effect on a lot of people. Often.

So maybe it was good after all that she was generally antisocial.

She smiled back at him. "Pictures of the things causing these readings. I imagine they must be magnificent. I'll –– what was the word, print? Yes, I'll print you out a map, although as they're animals, they're hardly going to be stationary forever, unless they're dead."

The printer next to the computer whirred the life, and began printing out a map of Fandom, with a spot of the preserve marked in red.

Mike grabbed the paper and looked it over. "Pictures of weird animals at this spot. Sure. I can do that."

He turned to leave, and then turned back, a question on his face. "Hey. The guys dressed in car parts -- they're not Hyperion, not that I can tell. There any way to deal with them, other than shooting them in the face?"

"The psychos?"

As if there were other guys dressed in car parts around, anywhere, ever.

"No, they're not Hyperion. They're just bandits. I hear lighting them on fire works pretty well?"

But with the incendiary weapons around, even that would amount to shooting them in the face about ninety percent of the time.

"Works for me," Mike told her. "Thanks for the info."

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