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[comewither]

[Mabel holds out an arm that has a very thick and someone old-looking pair of handcuffs attached to it. Attached to the other cuff was something very large and furry. It seems to be some sort of hand, and smells very dead. Mabel herself looks a bit better in the fact that she is currently alive.

Mostly.]

Anybody got a hacksaw?

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[lesserkey]

Two twenty five. I have the cash right here and you can't exactly put this on Craigslist.

[comewither]

Do you know how much gas costs these days? Fine. Throw in a dinner with that and I'm sold.

[lesserkey]

[ That makes him perceptibly more cheerful, not that he was a cloud of gloom to begin with. ]

Done. Sorry, my employers can get picky about specimens expenses. But not so much on business expenses. [ He grins. ] So pick somewhere worth it, for both our sakes.

[comewither]

[Score - wait her clothes are still trashed]

Give me enough time to shower, change, and find that damn hacksaw, and I'll get back to you.

[lesserkey]

Wait, wait. I'm Kai, okay? What do I call you?

[comewither]

[a name! that is promising. of course, he hadn't run away screaming yet, and that was the most promising thing of all.]

Mabel Albans. Don't worry, you haven't heard of me.