"Yeah, Winters," she answered.
    "Good morning," Scott chirped. "How are you today?"
    "Not too great, what happened yesterday?"
    "At Hans'? Somebody—two sets of somebodies, apparently," he corrected himself, "tried to kill him."
    "Two sets of people tried to kill him, slagged a van, killed three people, blew up a gas main. You can imagine the field day the press is having, this does not make you look any better."
    "The two people who destroyed the clay thing tried to kill him."
    "I'll buy that."
    "And then apparently a van with a bunch of heavy weapons people jumped and they started assaulting the other guy with plasma powers, who turned and killed them all. We really don't know who they are. Did anyone get a license number off the van?"
    "No, it was slagged. I'll start running dental patterns off the people, we were going to do it anyway, try to get IDs. We'll do what we can. Needle and Hans left the hospital, I hope he's okay?"
    "He's doing better."
    "You guys back at your offices?"
    "Um... yeah."
    "All right." She sighed wearily. "We haven't had any luck tracking down Javelin, he's essentially vanished. Which is not good. If anything else comes up, let me know."

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