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Time to Explore [ Finished~ ]

Character(s): Death, Harry Dresden, and Leslie Burke
Content: Exploration tiemz!!!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate...
Time: Late morning/early afternoon
Warnings: None.

Excited was an understatement. Leslie had been looking forward to exploring Paixao and the area around it since she had arrived. Now she wasn't only getting a chance to explore, but she was meeting someone new. He was a friend of Harry's apparently, and Harry had volunteered to come as well.

A nice, small group, perfect for the job of gathering what information they could.

She fought back the urge to run to the gate and walked next to Harry with a bounce to her step. She blamed the abundance of energy on her excitement, but Harry was seeming to move pretty slowly for a guy with such long legs. Slow down, Leslie, we'll be there soon enough.

"Got any idea of where to start?" she asked the wizard beside her.

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Death waited by the Joutenheim gate with the patience of the timeless. Leslie sounded eager, so it likely wouldn't be too long until they arrived. In the meantime, he was checking his journal, trying to get as much information about these shadow creatures as he could.

He looked up and caught sight of a pair of names above the crowd. There they were. Stowing his journal in the folds of his cloak, he strode forward to meet them. HELLO.

Harry couldn't help grinning as he watched Leslie skip next to him, practically buzzing with excitement. The girl's enthusiasm was down right infectious, and he found himself looking forward to the day ahead as well.

"Hmmm, well, how about we start by checking out the library, so we can hit it on the way back and grab you some books. Something tells me they'll be more interesting than the stuff Yuuko's got at home." And less likely to traumatize the poor girl and send her in a downward spiral of sin and debauchery.

Looking up, Harry had to pause for a second when he spotted the third member of their party. After all, Harry had seen a lot of strange things, but the Grim Reaper standing in the middle of the street, empty eye sockets ablaze with blue fire, on a relatively pleasant day was a new one.

Still, Harry had spoken to Death a couple times over the journal, and he seemed like an okay guy. Besides, Harry had a very high weirdness threshold, so his lapse was only momentary, and he was approaching the personified concept with a friendly wave.

"Hey, hope we didn't keep you waiting," Harry said. He managed to resist a 'death waits for no man,' pun, figuring it would be disrespectful and a bit lame. If he was going to make bad jokes at the personification of Death, he wanted to make sure they were quality bad jokes.

"Yuuko's stuff is great, it's just different," Leslie agreed. She'd much rather have some kids to run around with, but books were a close second. "I wonder what kind of stories they have here...legends..."

And....was that who they were meeting?

Now, Leslie had known that they guy's name was Death, and had mused over the idea, but it had done absolutely nothing to prepare her for the sight of the figure approaching them. It was more curiosity than anything--fear of death had been erased long ago--and she wondered exactly what fueled the fire...

"Hello!" she said brightly.

NICE TO MEET YOU, LESLIE. Inability to feel emotion made the statement a little less than true; however, Death had been interested to meet Leslie since their talk on the journals. He then nodded to Harry, YOU DID NOT. FOLLOW ME.

He headed towards the gate, making eye contact (or in this case, eye-to-socket contact) with the guard. LET US PASS, he intoned in the tone of voice that allowed no argument. The Paixaoan citizens may not have been truly human, but anything alive would yield to that tone. There were upsides to the power of vocal compulsion, and a hassle-free exit from the city was certainly one of them. Death passed by the guard (and through the citizens in line, who stepped aside under the power of his voice), certain Leslie and Harry would be following.

"Who knows, we could find out a lot about a place from the kind of stories it records," Harry mused. They might even find out why they were here. As for the other matter, well, Harry would just have to hope Yuuko was responsible enough not to give Leslie anything too inappropriate. Yeah right.

If anything, Leslie seemed to handle the whole death thing even better than he did, which Harry wasn't sure if he found disturbing or not, but decided to push aside. Kids tended to adapt to things a lot easier than adults more often than not.

Nodding to Death, Harry followed in his...her...uh...Death's wake, watching as he cowed the guards with ease. Harry supposed if a skeleton with flaming eyes and a disembodied voice told him to move, he would to.

"So, we have an agenda?"

Even fables of the place would be interesting. You could tell a lot from a culture just by their myths and beliefs. Leslie had learned that from her parents and their own research. They were constantly looking for how different things worked, how any given person might react to a situation. Checking into the background of something was only natural for the girl.

"Nice to meet you too, sir." It was a bit strange, how there was no real sound to his voice, and yet she heard it, felt it. Leslie caught herself about to look around for the source and instead shrugged it off. Odd things everywhere.

She followed Death carefully, awed a bit by how the crowd moved away for him to pass. Her hand moved to keep hold of Harry's jacket to avoid separation, even though it was a bit obvious that the crowd wouldn't be moving back in anytime soon. They were all too busy gawking at or shying away from Death.

Having no real agenda in mind herself, Leslie shook her head. "Hard to make an agenda for something you haven't really seen..."

They had soon enough passed the last of the citizens waiting in line, leaving open green fields before them and a shallow river to the right. The grass was real out here, Death noticed. No doubt this would please some of the visitors to the city. He, however, had other things in mind.

NO, WE DO NOT, he answered Harry's question, his sweeping gaze passing over river and fields. He raised one finger to point to the right - anyone familiar with a clock would have called it the ten o'clock position - at a building that stood outside the domes in the near distance. THOUGH THAT MIGHT BE A GOOD PLACE TO START.

Harry felt the hand take his jacket, and smiling back at Leslie he offered her a hand. After all, he wouldn't want to misplace the girl either, he'd grown rather fond of her.

Looking up as they exited the domes, Harry looked over fields very similar to the ones he had seen when he first arrived, hell's bells, had it been that long ago?

Shaking his head Harry focused on where Death was pointing and just saw more grass. "Uh, okay, but is there a particular reason we should start with that specific patch of grass" he asked.

Leslie's hand automatically moved to Harry's when he offered it, but her mind was elsewhere. The plants around them, the river: these were not man-made. This were real, honest-to-God nature. Leslie hadn't realized how much she had actually missed it until she was actually out into it.

Her eyes followed Death's pointing finger to more grass. Now, Leslie knew she wasn't the tallest thing around, but she should be able to see something more than grass...

Right?

Harry saw just grass as well, so it wasn't like she was going crazy. Maybe it was underground, like a hobbit's house. Leslie rather liked the idea of meeting Biblo and Gandalf, even if they weren't her own creations. Stepped off the path and into the storybook, that's what they had done. If Death wanted to explore red ants burrowing in the grass, she wasn't about to argue.

PATCH OF GRASS? Death inquired. He had figured that a building outside the domes and unmarked on the map would foster some sort of curiousity, especially in these two.

One long bony finger still pointed towards the building, he looked from Harry to Leslie, who was a child and should be able to see things as they were and not as they were "supposed to be." If she could not see it...well. DO NEITHER OF YOU SEE THE BUILDING THERE?

Harry's eyes glanced between Leslie, Death, and the empty patch of grass for a few seconds, very confused. Then again, Death, being the personification of a universal concept, could see something normal humans couldn't.

Fortunately Death wasn't the only one capable of seeing the unseen. Unfortunately that meant Harry had to use his Sight. Closing his eyes, Harry focused on a point between and slightly above his eyelids. There was a sensation of pressure, and then when he opened his eyes, he saw the world as it truly was.

Looking up, he saw the building, a long squat concrete building that looked like a WWII bunker. From this distance, Harry couldn't make out the details clearly, but he found he was glad for that, as there were dark tendrils and shapes rising from the building, shapes that sent a chill down his spine. Oh no, Harry was very sure he did not want a closer look at that place with his Sight open.

Shuddering he closed his eyes, Harry forced his Sight closed, then looked over at Death. He'd been careful not to look at the skeleton while his Sight was open. "I see it now, it must be under some kind of illusion. Whatever it is, it's got some very bad juju. Someone or something was doing something bad down there. They may still be doing it, it's hard to tell from this distance."

Leslie stood by, trying to figure out where the building must be. Definitely underground, she had decided. But when Harry spoke next, it sounded more like it was a big invisible building and less like a hobbit hole. An invisible building with a not-so-great presence.

No matter. Bad things had never stopped Leslie before. She was still curious to know what the building looked like, because there was only so much she could gather from Harry and Death's discussion. Long ago, Leslie had learned patience from waiting for her parents. Relationship depended on time, and time depended on how long each book took to write. She waited for her turn, got the love she needed, and waited for the next turn around. It was as simple as that.

Waiting to see a building was no different. She might not be able to see it from the outside, so maybe things would be different once inside.

An illusion would explain why Death could see the building while his human companions could not. Harry's sorcery would explain his sudden ability to see it. Only Leslie was left in the proverbial dark.

Unlike Harry, Death could not see the darkness around the building. Harry's words, however, backed up what Death had already inferred: nothing good was happening in that building. It was unmarked, outside the domes, and hidden. Whatever was taking place behind those walls was something the perpetrators did not want observed.

The list of perpetrators was short as it was: it was either the trio of new villains, the Organization, or some yet-unseen antagonist. Logically, the strongest answer was the Organization. If the building in this field was their stronghold...well.

Death easily waded the small stream (cloaks woven of darkness evidently did not hold water) and headed towards the building. It was maybe a mile into the distance. STAY CLOSE, he commanded. SHOULD TROUBLE ARRIVE, YOU TWO ARE TO RETURN TO THE CITY. The voice did not carry his power - in its place, there was authority. Death could hold his own in a fight, and he expected no argument from his companions.

Normally, Death's expectations would have been disappointed, as Harry had no intention of leaving anyone behind to cover his retreat. Stupid heroics were his department damn it!

This time, however, Harry had more than himself to consider. Leslie was here with him, and to be honest Harry's first instinct was to get her as far away from this place as possible. Still, he doubted Leslie's natural curiosity would let her stay away, and it was possible whatever this place was, it held important information to why they were here.

Hating himself for this, Harry looked down at Leslie and said, "This could be dangerous, I'd be alright if you wanted to head back and let Aerith and Yuuko know what's up." Harry then looked Leslie in the eyes for a few crucial seconds and said, "If you do come with us, however, we are hightaling it at the first sign of danger, that understood?"

Already Harry was needlessly putting the girl in harm's way for his own stupid reasons, there was no way he was adding any more risk. He'd never be able to live with himself if anything happened to her.

Granted, if worse came to worse, Leslie could probably outrun Harry easily. The man might have longer legs, but she was smaller and faster. Running away wouldn't be a problem unless something held her back. With Harry around, she doubted he'd let anything happen. The wizard definitely wasn't the type.

"I'll be careful," she promised. "And I'm a good runner. Beat everyone, even the boys, every race." The exploration was too intriguing to pass up, but she understood the need to keep safe. What good would she be for future explorations if she let herself get in trouble on this one? Worse yet, if her getting in trouble got someone else hurt.

Leslie gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling him along behind Death. She made sure to stay close behind, eyes now searching the landscape for any signs of trouble. While some things out here might be enchanted to invisibility, there might be something only a kid, like herself, could see. They all needed to keep each other well-informed.

They walked in silence, and it didn't take long to get close to the building. It was large and gray, had only visible entrance (at least from their angle of approach), and seemed to be made of solid stone (for Death had never before seen cement). He regarded it critically. There was nothing to say this was not the Organization's work; however, there was nothing to say it was.

They couldn't have been more than a hundred yards away from the entrance when half a dozen creatures swirled into being before them. These too were gray, but small, looking almost comically like dinner plates with legs. The flat part bore the upside down heart-cross that had become so familiar as of late. These were Nobodies.

The thought had barely formed when the foremost Nobody morphed into a lance and took a swing at Death.

Faster than the eye could see, the sword was out and he'd blocked the blow with the flat of the blue-edged blade. A second later, a flick of the wrist had turned the sword in a sharp crescent, slicing the Nobody in half. Death had no doubt these were simply the foot soldiers and that the heavy artillery would show up soon. He knew he could handle himself and he trusted Harry as a wizard to be somewhat competent, but they could not endanger a child.

LEAVE. I WILL HANDLE THEM.

Harry was taking in all the details of the building as they approached, senses on high alert. He couldn't see the building anymore, but the memory of his Sight remained as clear as the second he had first laid eyes on it, and would remain so until the day he died. Clearly, if someone had gone to this kind of trouble to hide the building, it had to be important. You didn't drop a major veil to cover the company outhouse after all.

Important things tended to have guards, and the guards for something like this were never the nameless goons James Bond tore through. They were usually large and had lots of pointy bits.

They were just nearing the spot where the building should be, when the hair on the back of Harry's neck stood straight up. A second later a number of gray...things emerged out of thin air. They looked like nothing so much as a bunch of postmodern coffee tables with a bad attitude, and they certainly weren't anything Harry had ever encountered before, or even heard of.

Still, the fact that they waited about half a second before trying to impale Death told Harry the most important thing, the bastards were hostile.

The rest of the creatures were a moment behind the first, streaking through the air like postmodernist spears, aimed right at Harry and Leslie. Harry might not have had Death's superhuman reflexes, but he'd survived years in a job where you either reacted fast or died messily. Before the creatures had crossed half the distance Harry had moved between them and Leslie, throwing up his hand and funneling his power into his shield bracelet to create a dome of force between them and the monsters. Harry's boots dug into the earth as he felt their attackers bounce off his shield, flying backward from the force of their own blows.

A moment after that Harry's hand was in his jacket, pulling his blasting rod from it's tong. Leveling it at the closest creature Harry sent his power into the rod and shouted, "Fuego!" A beam of pure concentrated flame about the size of a man's fist erupted from the end of the stick, searing the air as it streaked into the monster, ripping through it like it was paper before slamming into an invisible wall behind it.

The bastards hadn't even given him time for a witty one liner. That was just rude.

Harry's head whipped around to track the other creatures, and he saw that Death had dispatched his own enemy. Everything about Harry railed against leaving an ally behind, but Leslie's safety had to come first, no matter what. Turning to Death Harry nodded and said, "Just make sure not to get killed. The sheer metaphysical implications of that would give me a headache for a year."

He turned to grab Leslie's hand with the one holding his blasting rod and moved to push her in front of him so he could keep his armored duster and staff in between her and danger. He'd get her home and come back with the cavalry as soon as he could.

For now, time to get the hell out of dodge.

At least she was getting a good stretch of the legs out of the entire thing. Only the slowed pace as they approached the grassy area Death had originally pointed at told Leslie that they were almost there. When things started shifting in front of her, she wondered if it was because they were passing through the veil. Maybe the building would be visible now...

But what appeared definitely wasn't the building. These were the things Harry had warned her about before, the creatures she had to watch out for when she was out and about.

Leslie only got a glance at the things before Harry's much bigger form blocked them from her view. She hadn't really seen his powers in this form of action before, and it surprised her that even he was pushed back a little by the force of the blow. Still, he held solid, took the thing down with a bit of power that impressed Leslie even more--and Leslie got to at least see where the building started as the flame hit it.

"Be careful!" Leslie shouted to Death as Harry pulled her along. He was a good fighter, from what she could see. He would be alright...he had to be alright, for them to be able to explore other places.

The girl ran easily in front of Harry. She'd been running as long as she could remember. The mile or so they had traveled was like walking to the mailbox. She dodged when she was told, ran faster when it was required, and made sure Harry was behind her every step of the way. They had left Death behind; she didn't want to leave Harry behind as well.

Death had no problem with being left behind; in fact, it made things easier. Having allies to worry about in a fight was not something to which he was accustomed despite having been in the city for quite some time. Being alone with the Nobodies was a much easier situation to handle.

He couldn't help reply to Harry's parting comment, though. ONLY A YEAR. It was the tonal equivalent of a raised eyebrow. There was no amusement in the voice - after all, Death didn't feel amusement. Really.

Instead, he faced his opponents, all of which had assumed different forms by this time. One had become a strange creature, walking on long arms while its legs dangled uselessly. Two had paired up, becoming a sword and shield. One was missing.

STOP.

The command reverbrated through the afternoon air, laden with power that stopped each creature short for a few precious seconds - obedience would only be temporary, as only living creatures would be forced into complete compliance and these creatures were not truly alive. It was time enough, however, for Death to notice a shadow near his own, as though something were above him.

Ah. There it was.

He brought the sword up in a swift jab just as the creatures began to move again, using the downward momentum of the creature above his head to impale it. He lost no time, and a wide arc to the right slew the creature with the strange shape and left the afternoon humming as the blue-edged blade sliced through the air itself.

This left only the sword and shield, which proved to be more evasive than Death had foretold. However, the sword soon began to act as though it had an invisible wielder and fenced with Death. Its first meeting with the blue blade proved to be its last as it cleaved itself in two when it struck Death's sword. Without its companion, the shield fell soon after.

Death regarded the building once again as the last wisps of smoke faded into the air. He'd moved away from it during the battle, and no more of the creatures had appeared. He weighed his options. He could move on the building again; however, he had no doubt that the next set of Nobodies to appear would be much more formidable than the shapeshifters, and while he was immortal he was certainly not invincible. Moreover, he owed and explanation to Harry and to Leslie. The Doctor should be told of this development, as should Sephiroth. Information needed to be spread. Plans had to be made. The building would not likely move between now and his next expedition outside the gates. Now was not the time to pursue this path.

Slowly and deliberately, he turned his back on the building and made his way back to the gate, picking up the pace once he was certain no creatures would appear and attack from behind. He found Harry and Leslie just outside the gates. WAIT. Death stopped, looking meaningfully at the line waiting to enter the gate before walking to the side, alongside the domes and away from the line. WE SHOULD DISCUSS THIS ELSEWHERE.

Harry had plenty of experience running as well, though in his case it was usually for his life. Having really long legs didn't hurt either. Still, he was glad that Leslie was one speedy little girl, since that meant they could get out of there as soon as possible.

He began to breath a little easier once they were out of the direct combat zone, but it wasn't until they saw the gates that he allowed them to slow a bit. He was just thinking about the fastest way to get Leslie to safety so he could go back to help Death, when he...did whatever it was people did when they sensed Death's voice.

Turning, he gave a sigh of relief that Death had gotten away okay. Of course, logic dictated that the personification of the concept of death would be able to handle a few monsters, Harry didn't actually know that much about the guy. If he somehow had gotten hurt covering their escape, Harry would have felt pretty guilty for leaving him behind.

Nodding, he said, "Alright, lead the way. Any chance any of those things followed you?"

Piece of cake, running the distance. It even took her a moment to realize that Harry had slowed down a bit at one point, and another to get herself to slow and rematch his pace. Fully ready to dart on through the city and back to Yuuko and Aerith, Leslie halted as Death spoke.

He had made it fine, just as she had expected. She was glad, and showed it with a big grin. "Good run," she said to Harry. "Glad you could keep up with me."

Grin still there, she skipped off to follow Death to somewhere quieter, sincerely hoping that nothing had followed him back. She wasn't worried about being able to outrun them again. No, most of her worry was for the people waiting outside the gates, who might not have Leslie's legs or Harry's powers.

Unless the creatures could somehow become imperceivable, they had not followed him here. Of that much Death was certain. UNLESS THEY ARE INVISIBLE, NO.

They walked a good ways along the side of the dome until the gate was almost out of sight. Only then did Death turn to face his companions. I BELIEVE WE'VE FOUND MORE THAN WE EXPECTED.

THE CREATURES THAT ATTACKED US ARE CALLED NOBODIES, he explained, pulling information from that Resistance meeting weeks ago. THEY ARE LIKELY CONTROLLED BY THE ORGANIZATION, AND I BELIEVE THEY WERE GUARDING THAT BUILDING.

He paused, placing his information in logical sequence before continuing his explanation. SOME TIME AGO, A NUMBER OF PEOPLE DISAPPEARED FROM THE CITY. THOSE WHO RETURNED DID SO IN POOR CONDITION. THEY TOLD STORIES OF THE ORGANIZATION PERFORMING EXPERIMENTS UPON THEM. WHERE THIS HAPPENED WAS UNKNOWN - NO LOCATION IN THE CITY WAS SECURE ENOUGH TO HOUSE AN OPERATION OF THAT SIZE.

He paused - NO LOCATION IN THE CITY. - then looked gravely at Harry. YOU SAID THERE WAS- he paused again at the strange wording, then continued -BAD JUJU THERE. I BELIEVE THAT BUILDING IS WHERE THE ORGANIZATION HAS BEEN PERFORMING THEIR EXPERIMENTS.

THIS MUST REMAIN A SECRET, Death continued, emphasizing the words. This was the important part. DO NOT SPEAK OF IT ON THE JOURNALS. DO NOT TELL ANYBODY YOU DO NOT KNOW OR TRUST. THIS MAY BE THE ADVANTAGE WE NEED OVER THE ORGANIZATION. It sounded dire, true, but the situation was dire. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Harry noted down everything Death said carefully for future use. He'd long suspected someone was running the show behind the scenes here, given the conversations he'd seen over the journals, and that time he'd tried to help rescue the little girl who had been abducted. Now he had a name, the Organization.

"So these guys have been just taking people and experimenting on them at will? Does anyone have any clue who these as-jerks are?" Somewhere, Michael was smiling at Harry's restraint in front of young children. "Still, if this is a chance to put a stop to this, I'll keep my mouth shut. Just promise to keep me in the loop, I've got a bit of experience dealing with evil conspiracies, and I'm not going to sit around and let them hurt anyone else."

The look Harry sent Leslie showed just who he was most worried about.

Still fairly new to the place, Leslie listened to Death eagerly. There was so much to learn now, and there would be much more later as well. Maybe, just maybe, they could start figuring out exactly why they were here.

This probably would come from a lot more research. Maybe, if she was extremely lucky, there would be something in one of the dusty old sections of the library. The name Death gave them, the Organization...it at least gave her a place to start from.

As for secrets, Leslie knew better than to ever give a secret away. Terabithia, for example, was their secret place. She shared secrets with her parents, with May Belle, with Jess...this was a heavier secret. "No one's gonna find out from me," she promised. At this rate, she probably wouldn't even talk to Harry about it again.

The library crossed her mind again. If the Organization was keeping things from them, would they really have such a thing in the library? Sometimes it was better to hide things in plain sight. It was worth a shot, and if not Leslie was sure Death had other options in mind.

MOST OF THEIR NAMES ARE KNOWN, Death responded to Harry's question. TIMON HAS MADE SEVERAL POSTS ON THE BOARD REGARDING THEM. LARXENE HAS PROVEN HERSELF TO BE THE WORST OF THE LOT SO FAR. An understatement, yes, but it needed saying. AVOID HER.

He nearly questioned "in the loop," but after picturing a loop and someone within it, he thought he understood the idiom. Maybe. I WILL. WE WILL LIKELY NEED YOUR HELP WHEN WE ACT ON THIS INFORMATION.

Death looked to Leslie - THANK YOU. - before turning back towards the gate. WE MAY AS WELL RETURN. If there was anything more to find, it could wait.

Harry nodded to Death. He'd have to see about reading all those back posts now. The first step to stopping an enemy was knowing them, and there were few things more dangerous than a well prepared wizard. "Got it, I'll keep my nose clean. I try not to make a habit of looking for dangerous women who will want to kill me."

Thankfully neither Leslie nor Death knew Harry well enough to know how untrue that statement was.

He grinned down at Leslie and ruffled her hair affectionately. "You'll just have to make sure I don't slip up either, okay partner?" He was a bit worried, since Leslie was involved in all this mess now, like it or not, and he knew she wouldn't just stay inside where it was safe. She was too much like him, she'd go crazy cooped up in one place while others went out to help. He just needed to find a way for her to contribute, while at the same time staying safe from a group of highly dangerous individuals who'd already kidnapped children. It was something to think about.

"Right then. I'll let you know if I find anything as well." Reaching down, Harry took Leslie's hand. "Still want to check out the library?"

"I'll keep my eye on him too," she promised Death. It was a funny thing to be saying, really, though grown ups needed looking after too. They didn't have the same ideas and ways of going about things as kids did. So much trouble.

She knew, just by how Harry looked at her, that he wasn't going to block her out of everything completely. He wouldn't have been able to anyways, she didn't think. There was too much of a mystery to be solved, and while Leslie didn't have magic powers or super strength, she did have a mind, and she intended to use it to its fullest potential.

Hand gripping Harry's, she nodded. "Books can tell us anything we need, if we find the right one. We could probably at least find a history of the city."

GOOD, Death replied to Leslie. HE'LL NEED IT. It was a comment made in all seriousness; generally, wizards did need looking after of some type, hopefully before the compost pile came to life and began eating whatever it could reach.

The Unseen University had produced stranger things.

I WILL KEEP IN CONTACT. With that, Death reentered the gate, where he was going and who he was seeking out already in mind.

Harry considered protesting needing looking after, but the evidence wasn't exactly on his side in that regard, and he'd never been a great liar. Sighing dramatically, he gave Leslie's hand a little squeeze and said, "That's probably for the best. No matter how had I try, trouble always seems to find me."

He nodded and waved Death off, before turning to Leslie and saying, "Come on partner, we have a mystery to solve."

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