everyonelives | as we pass through arrangements of shadows

Ezra insisted on following protocol so if I want to go home, I have to ruin Hallewell's day. Unfortunately I'm not allowed to kill him, I just have to bring him in but David got the sense that he's pissed someone off.

[Which she might still enjoy, but she's still annoyed about it.]

The photo is connected to him somehow, but he's got major magic and is not one of Hallewell's usual lackeys.

That mansplaining mummy?

I can see what I can find out, get back to you.

You're doing the Colony's dirty work? Which outfit did protocol take you to?

Baltimore. Allura met us at the door. Apparently a lot of the higher ups are running scared.

[Which means things are working exactly as they intended.]

But not Allura.

Be careful with Hallwell. He's got a mysoginistic streak hundreds of years long.

Oh, I know. I'm more than willing to let David and Ezra be the face of this. The less I have to deal with him the better.

[ ... For Hallewell's likelihood of staying alive, not necessarily for the world.]

Don't fade too much into the background. Help just enough, then get out of dodge when the time comes.

I know. I'll be fine.

Everything okay on your end?

Like clockwork.

Good. I'll keep you posted how things go here.

[And in the interest of not having things get sappy, she checks her algorithm for any news before heading to see what the husbands are up to.]

( Her algorithm has only found more blurs, but because of the spell, she doesn't get places or times because the algorithm reconfigures continuously.

Ezra, having also been woken up in the middle of the night, chooses sleep, so when Jacqueline comes-a-calling, he answers bleary-eyed, blond hair sticking in every direction. He opens the door just enough for her to let herself in before he turns the light on. )

[She slips inside, closing the door behind her before pulling out what she does have.]

The cameras are a wash - Hallewell got wise to security cameras, but I reached out to a few contacts to see if I can get any info on his middle man.

( Ezra yawns, sitting on the edge of the king size bed. )

Any recognition?

[She shakes her head.]

But that's not uncommon for Hallewell, he likes his unrecognizable middle men.

There's a metaphor in there somewhere.

( He collects the folder at the foot of the door and drops it down on his husband's resting form. )

We should make a gameplan.

We should.

[She makes her way over to the bed and shoves at David's sleeping shoulder.]

Rise and shine. Time to get to work so I can go home.

[David flips her the bird, before pushing himself into a sitting position.]

You're not the only one following protocol here.

( He pats his husband leg over the covers, yawns and opens the folder so the two of them can peruse.

Still wiping sleep from his eyes, his vision blurs and returns, something that happens after a nap and when it centers, none of it means anything to him (1), as he did not grow up in Maryland and doesn't know the area. He also married into the crazy. )

[David pushes up and peers over Ezra's shoulder, and stops him before he flips the page.]

Looks like we've got a pretty clear schedule for him. And wait.

[He pulls the file towards him gently.]

This hotel isn't really a long term stay kind of situation.

( That doesn't make any sense. But, Jacqueline noticed he returns to said hotel every night. ...Ezra noticed nothing. )

Maybe he puts his victims up there?

["That makes sense. Most don't last long once he has them."

David nods, as he considers.]

Ez and I could go poke around while you go distract the middle man?

[Jaqueline considers, then shrugs. "Could be a good idea? Do you trust me to talk to the middle man?"]

Do we have anything else to go by except for his picture?

( The middle-man, that is. )

[She shakes her head. "Not yet, no."]

I'm not so worried about what you say so much as what you can make him say.

[Jaqueline raises an eyebrow, then smirks. "I can definitely do that." ]

Whatever you make him say, as long as it leads to Barnet.

( But, okay, they kind of have a plan. )

Where was the last place your blur was seen. You can start there.

Looks like he hangs out at this diner.

[She flips to the picture in question and taps it gently.]

Might be a good place to start. Also, I'm starving.

[So food, please?]

( He checks his watch. He only got how much sleep? )

I could eat.

Alright. Food it is.

[He rubs a hand over his face.]

Let's do this.

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