May sits on top of a ceiling, a few miles away from the Parker house, waiting for backup. She keeps looking at her phone every few minutes, waiting for Taskmaster to get back to her. She keeps checking the skies for Alexa and MJ -- or maybe Reilly
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"When I find him, I am going to rip that jerk limb-from-limb." She shakes her head.
"So! Let's start looking for 'personal' stuff."
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Then she notices it. A copy of Peter Pan, miraculously not burnt, lying in the chair. There are a few hairs on it -- they must have rubbed off during one of the many nights Reilly fell asleep here, too tired to leave the office.
If she opened the book, she would have also found the occasional fingerprint, marked by blood. More souvenirs of restless nights.
"How about this?"
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She sniffs near the book a bit.
"Let me pop it in a portal so the hairs and blood dont get messed up. Alright?"
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But not before May locks the door to the office on her way out.
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"Where to?"
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" Here's the coordinates."
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