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[sunnydalealum]

A door to elsewhere has opened in the heart of Wolfram & Hart's stronghold, and it's letting in one hell of a draft.

The security guards are discovering, right about now, that their internal alarm system isn't working. And neither are their walkie-talkies. Or anybody's cellphone.

It's really kind of impressive how well they're rallying in the absence of any contact with each other or their own command.

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[river_meimei]

River's head snaps over, a moment before Harth slips out the door. Her face tightens and twists, with something that might be irritation and might be more--

And then a probably-demon's stake-ended nightstick whizzes close enough to slap her flying hair against her cheek, and a definitely-demon's claws rake two bloody lines down the outside of her bicep, and anything she might have intended to say to Harth or Spike is lost in the need to survive the next few minutes.

[balletrat]

Oh good, *says a relieved voice emanating from a faint pink fuzz in the corner, apparently to itself,* you're all still -

- wait, where's -

- oh merde!

*And the pink fuzz is gone again, presumably to find Harth.

Keeping track of this group is harder than herding cats.*