Bitemarks 3.9

Bitemarks 3.9

Ed drummed his fingers against the briefing room desk. For once Alf's many contacts had let him down and there simply was no flight available yet. Ed didn't like the waiting but there was little else to do but wait while the only guy available to fly Ed over to France came back from Germany. The door to the briefing room opened and Katia's head poked through.
"Oh hi..." she looked at him oddly.
"It's me." said Ed.
"Ed? Wow. I knew you were getting a free makeover, but... wow."
She grinned.
Ed shook his head.
"Yeah, laugh it up. Just imagine what they'll do to you if you ever get caught."
She laughed and poked her tongue out at him.
"I'm too sneaky for that. Anyway. Have you seen Alf?"
"Last I heard he was out by the comm desk trying to wangle me a flight to France."
"Yeah, I heard you're heading over there. Good luck."
"And what are you up to?" asked Ed.
"I'm off to Tibet. Going to check out some child claiming prophetic powers. It's possible he has some sort of pre-cognition. Could be useful."
Ed nodded. Pre-cognition was pretty much the holy grail of this line of work and all leads were investigated fully. So far they'd never found anyone truly psychic but the hope was there.
"Have fun." said Ed.
"I'll try. You too, Ed. Good luck."
With that she ducked back out of the room and closed the door behind her.


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Skarletta pulled the car to a stop and climbed out. Just a short walk later and she stood by the coast, staring out over the English Channel. She cursed her over eagerness. Has she waited until nightfall she could have snuck aboard a ferry but as it was, some time after noon, she'd have to be a tad more resourceful. She clutched her chest as she felt the obsidian shard graze the wall of her heart once more. This was beginning to become more than a simple inconvenience and she was certain it was responsible for her increased need to feed. Still, she had plenty of strength left for now, enough for her next exertion. She walked out into the sea, wading until it was waist high and then began to swim. The cold didn't bother her, neither did the thought of having to spend so much time under water. She could easily hold her breath all the way there but she feared she would need to feed again once she recovered the device. She took a breath and then dove under the water and swam. She would make her way out, only a short distance really and wait for the first ferry to come by. She'd hitch a ride underneath to conserve energy and then steal a car and make her way to Beauclair's house. She couldn't wait to see what kind of man paid good money for Karal artefacts. Perhaps if she had the strength she'd grill him for information under the Thrall then feed on him afterwards...