<span style="font-size: 12px">Dia finagled her identification badge out of her side pocket as the woman approached her. It wasn’t often that she got to do this, but she held up the tough plastic so that the bright-haired woman could see it and said, <b>“…Just you that you know I’m not lying.”</b> The woman had encountered all types of supernatural’s in Louisiana—some with good intentions and others…certainly worth being put down. <b>“Can’t be too safe,”</b> she added, reassuringly. <br/>
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At the mention of the Conclave possessing the ability to undo Anastasia’s amnesia, Dia’s brow’s lifted. <i>Oh, really…</i>she thought, scratching her chin and cramming the thin badge back into her skirt pocket. If she could have the woman’s entire memory restored before taking her statement and conducting her interview, she would certainly save herself some time in getting to the bottom of Aiden’s disappearance. Of course, she would be helping Anastasia out with her problem as well.<br/>
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Walking back in the direction of her black Chevy Traverse, Dia reached into her other pocket and slid out her slender cell phone. She didn’t know if the other woman had a device on her, but by the looks of her condition, she assumed not. She held the phone out towards the violet-eyed supernatural. <b>“Think maybe you can get them on the phone now?” </b>she asked, eagerly. <b>“The faster we can figure out what happened here, the faster you can be on your way back to Global Electronics.” </b><i>And the faster I’ll be able to find my brother,</i> the hybrid thought. <b>“Perhaps they can meet us at NOLADOR,” </b>Dia suggested. <br/>
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Dia’s walking slowed and her eyes narrowed for a moment. Her attention was caught off guard by an odor that she’d hoped to never encounter again.  <i>The Borgne Pack.</i> She whipped her head around, peering over her own shoulder and squinting through the timber. If there had been someone out there, the bald cypress trees were concealing them very well. The scent wasn’t strong, but if they’d lingered any longer, they would have had an even bigger problem on their hands. The members of the Borgne pack weren’t all unruly, but her last encounter with the alpha had driven a wedge between the werewolves , her and her brother for probably ever. Turning back to the woman and pressing onward a little more hurriedly now, she nodded in the direction of her car. <b>“We should probably pick up the pace.” </b> </span>