The possibility had crossed her mind in the past, the thought potent enough for the girl to have glanced at the attachments. "I've looked into it," Tear replied, nodding. The rod itself was far from what one would call quality; however, she understood she had to utilize what was in front of her. "I may use it as a last resort." A backup, in the event that nothing else could be found
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[From here]Utena was stopped just inside the door back to the block by radio static, both from ahead and from her own radio, clipped to the left pocket of her jacket. She lifted her arm instinctively, though it didn't help her hear much better; there wasn't much to hear, anyway, just gasping and breathing. Was someone running
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Interesting, was what Tear could have said. Instead, she shook her head, both pity and exasperation in the same movement. The man--Marc, if memory served correctly--was their "friendly" contact from the outside world. Recently, he had had an unwanted visitor, had he not? Now the man was handling the death of a friend in addition to their former captor. A broadcast of this nature settled unwell with Tear, mostly because she realized how far the military was willing to go for their own agenda
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The east, the east... The forest was to the east of the institute, wasn't it? That made a lot of sense, then; she and Himemiya had first found Marc in that forest. Maybe his hideouts were all nearby it
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