Navaja sets down the phone. She slowly walks over to the door John left through, and calls out, "John? We don't even know who to ask for at court. Maybe we should leave now? We could find some cheap hotel, and call the cops from a payphone." She doesn't sound sure of this course of action, but she doesn't want to run in to the cops, or piss off the court.
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<FONT color=white>John moved slowly down the stairs, still making an effort to avoid the blood. He didn't want to go deeper into the place, he could only guess what he would encounter. He walks back to the doorway, pulling down his scarf. </FONT><FONT color=orange>"I don't think we have much choice. We should leave then see if we can find someone from the courts ASAP. I don't know about the police force though, it could bring*everyone alot of unwanted attention."*</FONT><FONT color=white>Personally he would be gald that somone else was looking into this, but they had to keep themselves unnoticed and police would cause trouble.</FONT>
Navaja lets out a sigh, to calm herself. "Okay. Back to the four seasons, then find a hotel more in our price range?" She leaves the kitchen and walks towards the front room, hoping to meet John there. She looks around sadly. She would have liked this place, would have liked to make a home here. Now, even if it was fixed up, she's not sure she could feel safe.
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John gave her a nod and followed her out. He ave the place on last lookover along the way. This place wasn't going to be the same, even if they cleaned it up, fixed everything and removed the remains. It would have been someones home, but now it was just a grim reminder of horror and bloodshed.
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