Fighting off a tracer never used to be this hard. There's a lot of things Grace kicks herself for, while lying back in her office chair, brain-numb and eye-thick, beads of sweat drying on her face. Should have run some obfuscation. Should have somehow packed Chloe up and run all this shit from her car. Should have, should have.
The first thing to do, should she muster up the will to do so, is call Kalen and tell him the Office has been compromised. And then, get the heck out of dodge. If only her brain didn't feel like mush, with a growing headache. Eventually, it clears up enough for her to reach for the phone and dial her partner in crime up, asking for him to pick her up, please? It's been a day and a half since she started this whole ordeal, with no rest, only the approximation of such. Can't trust herself to drive.
The only bright thing on the horizon is that Alex is alive. She knows his designation. Knows the room number he's been assigned to. Knows a weakness they can exploit. When he's there in person, she tries to stay awake long enough to tell Kalen what happened. Ginger has died. The Warehouse has to be abandoned. All the things that they've worked for -- gone. She wants to go somewhere safe. Safer, at least. They'll go to his house -- the one he bought with visiting vampires in mind. The one he thinks of as home.
They are Mages. They will rebuild, they will pick themselves up and keep going, because that's what a life of testing your Will gets you. But that's not how it feels right now, with no will left for her to run on. Now, it feels like it's all her fault, should have been more careful, should have put better protections on Ginger, should have should have should have.
It hounds her dreams -- when she can, finally, let go and pass out on one of Kalen's ottomans. Perhaps he moves her to someplace more comfortable, perhaps he just lays a blanket over her splayed-out form in deference to her discomfort with all things touchy-feely. She doesn't really care. Can't care about anything...
[Eventually, though, Grace will come to and be all "ONWARD!" again, because of course she will. And she'll start letting people know all the wondrous details. Since we don't have Ginger anymore, I'm open to either handwaving a "Yeah, this scene totally happened." or if you want to play it out with me, we can do some RP. But Grace has some data to impart for you all.
1) Alex is alive.
2) They're calling him Subject 88123-123.
3) They reconstructed his knee at some point.
4) They are attemping to brainwash him, in daily sessions. However, considering the prison protocol, they apparently have yet to be completely successful.
5) He's being held in Ward 2, Room 7 -- Wherever that is.
6) Emergency preparedness drills for day shift and night shift of Ward 2 are going to be held on [whichever date we need it to be, lol]
7) Throw away your devices with Ginger on them. It's only to be used to funnel info/misinfo to the Techs at this point.
8) Don't go to The Office / Warehouse until further notice. Maybe ever.]
The first thing to do, should she muster up the will to do so, is call Kalen and tell him the Office has been compromised. And then, get the heck out of dodge. If only her brain didn't feel like mush, with a growing headache. Eventually, it clears up enough for her to reach for the phone and dial her partner in crime up, asking for him to pick her up, please? It's been a day and a half since she started this whole ordeal, with no rest, only the approximation of such. Can't trust herself to drive.
The only bright thing on the horizon is that Alex is alive. She knows his designation. Knows the room number he's been assigned to. Knows a weakness they can exploit. When he's there in person, she tries to stay awake long enough to tell Kalen what happened. Ginger has died. The Warehouse has to be abandoned. All the things that they've worked for -- gone. She wants to go somewhere safe. Safer, at least. They'll go to his house -- the one he bought with visiting vampires in mind. The one he thinks of as home.
They are Mages. They will rebuild, they will pick themselves up and keep going, because that's what a life of testing your Will gets you. But that's not how it feels right now, with no will left for her to run on. Now, it feels like it's all her fault, should have been more careful, should have put better protections on Ginger, should have should have should have.
It hounds her dreams -- when she can, finally, let go and pass out on one of Kalen's ottomans. Perhaps he moves her to someplace more comfortable, perhaps he just lays a blanket over her splayed-out form in deference to her discomfort with all things touchy-feely. She doesn't really care. Can't care about anything...
[Eventually, though, Grace will come to and be all "ONWARD!" again, because of course she will. And she'll start letting people know all the wondrous details. Since we don't have Ginger anymore, I'm open to either handwaving a "Yeah, this scene totally happened." or if you want to play it out with me, we can do some RP. But Grace has some data to impart for you all.
1) Alex is alive.
2) They're calling him Subject 88123-123.
3) They reconstructed his knee at some point.
4) They are attemping to brainwash him, in daily sessions. However, considering the prison protocol, they apparently have yet to be completely successful.
5) He's being held in Ward 2, Room 7 -- Wherever that is.
6) Emergency preparedness drills for day shift and night shift of Ward 2 are going to be held on [whichever date we need it to be, lol]
7) Throw away your devices with Ginger on them. It's only to be used to funnel info/misinfo to the Techs at this point.
8) Don't go to The Office / Warehouse until further notice. Maybe ever.]