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[dishabille_mal]

The entire thing, as far as Maladicta was concerned, had been a bust. Not in the fun way, or the copper way. In the 'my country doesn't work anymore because its patron deity has gone mad', busted way. She had some scrapes from flying splinters of chipped wood and sparse masonry that had been sent flying when the speeding hunks of lead had ripped

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[dogbitesman]

"I'll talk to the IPD," William was saying, moving at a fair clip down the path towards the scene of the news. Crime. Scene of the crime. "You take any Innocent Bystanders that were-" he waved a hand, figuring out the phrasing, "Shocked by Shootout? Yes."

He was fairly absorbed in working this out and only keeping half an eye on where they were going so he'd know when they got there. As such, he almost missed Maladicta up ahead.

[headline_maker]

"And Moss," Sacharissa said, "when he's in a condition to speak." In the midst of this, there was no time for emotion or to stop and consider how she was overwhelmingly eager and relieved, possibly in that order. Later she could feel bad or whatever it would be, but for the moment, she just told herself, Well, at least it's over. All except their part, anyway. That was just getting started. "His wife's here, too. One of us will have to get her comments."

[dogbitesman]

"She is? Right, okay, do we know where she is?" William said, pulling out his notebook and recording this, occasionally glancing at the path enough that he wasn't going to fall over.

[headline_maker]

"Not definitely," Sacharissa replied, "but my best guess is she'd be in the clinic with her husband." It was simpler that way. Looking in front of her just long enough to be sure she wasn't about to walk into a branch, she continued. "We can both head there after the scene, each take one of them."