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Miriel ([personal profile] sciencewizard) wrote in [community profile] capitalh 2014-05-04 02:29 am (UTC)

Miriel hated being late. It was one of the only things she hated, along with sloppy work and being compared to her mother. Unfortunately, she was late right now. As she was preparing to leave to collect the specimens Nilin gathered for her, a group of cyborgs attacked her late mother's old house, which Miriel now used as her lab and magical study space. Luckily, she saw them coming. It didn't take too long to take them down, but the clean-up was much longer than she would have liked.

It quickly became evident, as she was dragging the cyborg corpses to the basement, that there had to be a tracking chip inside the cyborg she originally captured. Why else would a group of cyborgs go out of their way to climb into the mountainous area outside of Los Angeles? Even considering tracking chips, it was strange that the creatures would want to rescue their brethren when no critical information was contained in its body, but it did explain how they found her lab. Digging around in the original specimen's body – after killing it, of course – did, in fact, reveal a tracking chip. In more time than was ideal, she found chips in all of the others too. Though she would have liked to trace the creatures back to a solid location by leaving both their tracking chip and a tracking spell of her own inside one specimen's body, she couldn't afford to be even later than she already was. She simply took the chips with her, overloaded them with electricity, and threw them out the car window on the way.

Throughout this cyborg tracking chip ordeal, Miriel became increasingly glad that she gave Nilin her phone number. When Nilin first texted her to check where she was, Miriel was able to tell her about the cyborg attack and the tracking chips. She instructed Nilin to search for the tracking chips in particular areas of the specimens she collected while Miriel drove over to the meeting location. Her phone beeped out the alert for a new text. She usually was staunchly against texting while driving, but seeing as how the streets were empty, she decided it was alright. She checked the text and responded:

Yes. Thank you. I will be there shortly.

After another five minutes of driving, Miriel got to the parking lot. She parked neatly next to Nilin and stepped out of her car. "Please excuse the lateness of my arrival," she said. "As I informed you, I was...delayed."

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