Irma pulled out her phone as she watched the wind pull at the curtains, and idly ran her finger across an old framed photograph, from simpler times.
"Me again. Yeah, she's on the move again. Don't worry, I managed to slip a tracker on her, we should be good. No, there's no way I could stop her. You gotta see her now, it's something else. Yeah, no, you're gonna want backup.
She's a beast!"
Stone Quillian III
2017-06-09 20:51:55 +0000 UTC