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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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[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.*