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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DkMcDM_3XD9Y&amp;hash=8c02716954461510778a54e882ece749" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMcDM_3XD9Y" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heated</a>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Talia was in awe as her husband crashed down; she could already feel his anger, his frustration. Talia wasn't dumb, she knew exactly why he was angry, and who had caused it. Her bloodlust halted as she watched her husband finish off the lasting guards. When he put away his weapons she could feel him approaching, just as she had finished placing hers back where they remained until she needed them. The grip along her wrist caused a slight hiss from her lips. Yet, she still stumbled toward him and didn't fight his words, nor his actions. When he turned his back on her, she felt the sting of tears gracing her eyes. It was a familiar feeling, it was... awful. The pain of losing her son had dominated her. Consumed her. It was only when he turned back around that she tried to wipe away her tears. "I know we can't fuck it up." She uttered softly. Talia knew she couldn't fuck it up, they couldn't afford it. He was scared of losing her, but she was just as afraid to lose him. Did she want him to take the damage? Never. <br/>
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As he approached her, the female almost took a step back. The fear of what she was becoming was taking over. Yet, she managed to force it down. As he took her hand in his, the female glanced up toward him. "I know," She whispered softly, "But I don't want you to go down. You've always been better at this than me, I'm not built for the field, you are." She was supposed to be a healer, it was her passion and her talent. It was her duty. A soft sigh played on her lips before he began to guide her. Ben was always her anchor; he was her guide on the powerful and reckless seas. All it took was firm words, a guiding hand and a truthful admission. She knew it to be true, it wasn't what they'd planned for. <br/>
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The blonde moved as swiftly as she could, keeping up with her husband as they scurried deeper into the maze of metal. The sound of the alarm pouring through the once seemingly hollow building caused her heart rate to quicken. All she could do was grasp her husband's hand tighter, clinging to him. It was unlike her, but every once in a while she needed some support. Just to have him close to her was enough. The woman paused as she noticed them slowing, new crates were left open, seemingly prepared for shipping, or nearly enough. Talia waited as Ben checked inside the crate. "What?" The female brushed her form against his as she edged in front of him to see directly what he had seen. Stasis fluid. She'd know the look of it anywhere. "Stasis fluid," She murmured softly, already reaching in to flick the lid off of one, dipping her index finger into it. The numbing and cooling effect confirmed what she thought, a soft oath left her lips as she drew back, wiping the fluid off from the crate. It was almost like goo.<br/>
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"Why on earth would that be here?" The female paused slightly, her gaze switched to focus on the other crates. The blonde began to check each crate, gazing in to see the same fluid. "There's so much," Her face rippled with confusion. Without hesitation, she marched onward. There was a small room, locked away behind a staff door. With a shove, the door gave in and Talia made her way through. "In here," she called back to Ben before she eased down at a chair and began to access the system. Instead of checking for the code, the female glanced over to check on Ben for a moment before turning back to then check on the amount of stasis liquid. It took a few times, but she was able to run a programme to give her access to the files, it was just like the hospital. "Ben," she whispered softly, "There's several addresses they dispatch this shit to, mass amounts, there's five addresses here. Check the device code, see if they've delivered it to a listed address." The female swiftly printed a few pages, raising from the chair to grab the papers and begin checking the location. "If they're similar... it must be connected. This amount of fluid isn't normal, it is way more than for just one person." The female sighed softly, her mind boggled with the options. If Shaun was involved, at least he may have been safe.</span>