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All bashing damage has healed. Lethal has not, so please note that in your sig, Rust.
John, Fu, and Rust spend the night in the dingy motel room Marcus rented for them. They wake to a dull, gray light peeking through the gap between the thick, musty curtains and the grimy window. The alarm clock says they've got enough time to get themselves cleaned up and breakfasted before Marcus arrives, which is precisely what they do, finishing up even as ten a.m. rolls around.
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Rust lucked out and cleaned up first. He spends the time waiting for the others reading through the small bible in the night stand. He leafs through the pages carefully with a distanced respect.
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Fu washes up after Rust and walks over to look out the window. He scratches his face where hair will never grow. "We need to find more of that fruit sometime."
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Marcus pulls up at exactly ten o'clock. Letting himself into the room, he is pleased to see the boys are ready to go. "Alright mates, let's go find some spiders..." He leads the way back to his Jeep, driving off to the woods where he last encountered the Candy Spiders as soon as everyone is ready.
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As the group makes its way toward the environmental-credit forest, it begins to rain heavily. As they turn onto the two lane road where Marcus first encountered Emma, they find themselves stuck in traffic. A nasty collision up ahead, one vehicle perpendicular to traffic, its driver slumped over, is clearly the cause. It is quite the horrifying scene, especially since the fugitives can see the two police cruisers and ambulance fighting their way through the mess from the opposite direction.
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Rust glances at the other fae in the Jeep. Crap-tastic. "So um.. Don't police show up at these things? They don't check ID or anything do they?"
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"Marcus," John began, putting a hand over his cell phone which was still dialing Kyles number. "I think it would be smart if we turned around and found a different route to the location. We can't do much if the police recognise any of us."
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Fu turns his head to look at everyone in the car, from looking out the window. A pause and then he nods. Maybe pissing off the people already stuck in that would be a bad idea with the cops coming.
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Quickly glancing at the fugitives he is harboring, Marcus nods in agreement. "Too right." He calmly attempts to turn the Jeep around and head back the way he came. Marcus isn't overly hasty, trying to appear as if he simply doesn't want to wait for the mess up ahead to untangle itself.
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Marcus isn't the only one who has figured out that they'll be stuck in traffic a LONG time if something isn't done. Several other cars are u-turning it through the breakdown lane area and lightly dipping ditch at the side of the road and going back the way they came.
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