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[sunnydalealum]

Things have been hectic at Wolfram & Hart over the past few days.

It's kind of understandable that there hasn't yet been opportunity to get anyone in to reglaze the broken window in one of the twelfth-floor conference rooms. There's been cardboard and heavy canvas tacked down over it with tape, against the weather, and for the moment that's all.

It's not as though it's a security risk, after all. The window's twelve stories up, and there's no fire escape nearby.

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[slayer_fray]

"No," Mel replies, sounding surprised it should be. "It was, but I got rid of it. Everything's fine, now."

[sunnydalealum]

An exasperated breath that makes the crackle level jump. "You should've kept it to examine. Did it occur to you that somebody could be using a bird to try to get in?"

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah, that's why I got rid of it quickly as possible," Mel says, turning a corner in the corridor as she strolls along quickly.

"Figured the longer it stayed in, the more time they had."

She wonders how long she can carry on bullshitting before they catch on to her.

[sunnydalealum]

"Hmp." Grudging. "Guess that wasn't bad thinking. All right. You'd better stay up there while I get someone to fix the window cover. Standard check-in, you know the drill. Brianna out."

A final crackle and click. It looks for the moment like she's gotten away with her brief impersonation.

[slayer_fray]

Well, at least Melissa is up there.

Mel glances down at the piece of ancient machinery in her hand, then digs her thumb straight through the most solid part to desable it, before dropping it into one of the pouches on her belt.

That done, she breaks into a fast but quiet jog, towards possible Scythe hiding place #2.