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Maggie sat next to me on the couch, even more fixated on the news than I was Her interest in the situation was a little more proprietary than mine; Garcia Pharmaceuticals owned three factories and a research center in the affected area, and with the fatality reports updating every few seconds, athe deaths of people she’d known her entire life

Alaric and Becks had retired to the kitchen after the first hour Alaric was trying to get the wireless up and running, while Becks was cleaning her guns and checking the catches on the s--just in case It was a sentiment I could appreciate, even if I couldn’t find it in e abruptly The television was showing a school bus packed refugees being besieged by the living dead The people inside were screa as they were screa I hoped that infection took theh bullets to--

Shaun! George’s shout was enough to shocklike that can seelare at the air to ue state, didn’t appear to notice "What?" I delared back "You’re not doing anyone any good sitting there like aout what the hell is going on"

"And how do you suggest I do that, huh?" I spreadand snarling into his phone--with the sae, in case you failed to notice"

"Oh, trust e grabbed ot work to do" Giving me a slow look, she added, "And so around watching television in your boxers? That’s just sad"

"If there’s all this work, why don’t you do it?"

"Because I’m dead, re ie s locked down" Catching hed "Come on, Shaun, try to keep up for, like, thirty seconds while you’re losing youroutside, we can get to our eency wireless booster"

My eyes widened "Crap, you’re right We still have that thing, don’t we?"

"Unless you threw it away in a moment of unrepeated sanity and then didn’t tellon a news teairl as occasionally twenty pounds of crazy crammed into a ten-pound sack, and who eventually sold us out to the govern with the best espionage technician I’ve ever encountered, either in the private sector or working for the governs I’m not sure even science fiction considers possible, and she did it all while wearing holo-foil butterflies in her hair and T-shirts clai that soood They’re wrong Buffy was great

Mahir was still shouting at the phone when George pulled lance and nodded, eyes skipping straight past George That uess, since it’s not like she was really there

"I’m pretty sure this represents a whole new level of fked-up crazy," I e yanked me into the kitchen

"I’m he cause of your psychotic break; I’m just a symptom," she replied waspishly, and shoved me toward Becks and Alaric