Cautiously, Able reached out with one hand and took the ID cards from David, listening to him as he continued to speak. It was quite clear that, despite the fact that David was being cooperative, he wasn’t about to trust him no matter what.<br/><br/>“You’re going to be even sorrier if you are lying to me….David,” he answered after looking over the IDs and that’s when he noticed the differences between the name he had given and what was on the ID cards. Able’s void gaze flipped back up to David as he went quiet. A few decisive moments passed before he held the IDs up and then slipped them into his back pocket. “Tell you what, I’m going to be keeping these, and your wand for the time being. You come out clean and I find the agency isn’t looking for you, I’ll give them back. Till then, you get your wish of being normal. No wand, no funny business. See, dreams can come true.” It seemed as though the male couldn’t go five minutes without making some sort of sarcastic remark, and that grin always followed up closely behind the comments.<br/><br/>Though he would never tout it, Able’s rather brute like exterior was a good hiding place for his rogue like mind. Like any well trained detective, any hesitancy in someone’s willing to give a story was pause enough let alone having a fake ID. Normal students he would expect to have a fake driver’s license, sure, but a student ID for a campus was a hard thing to forge and a rather suspicious one none the less. No, even though he’d like nothing more than to go about his day, he wasn’t going to let some suspicious little whelp run off on him and turn into the next upstart he had to squash. All those damned necromancers going around and trying to be the next master of darkness. Feh. Screw the lot of um cause he couldn’t stand um.<br/><br/>“Alright,” he clasped his hands together after one solid clap. “Looks like you need to be heading off to class, and I have to be sending this body off for examination so do me a favor and toddle along, would you, sunny boy? The big boys have to get some real work done, you know.”  He took a few solid steps back, watching him before he reached back in his pack, rummaging for something. Finding a small black bag, he took out three triangular shaped dark grey stones. There were small runic carvings along each one of them, though they were no more than the side of a quarter in width. Able walked and, keeping one eye towards David, set the stones up around the body of the necromancer. He took a few steps back, crossed his arms and uttered the phrase “good riddance” and the stones flashed once, the light pulse a good deal brighter than even the most boisterous paparazzi’s camera.<br/><br/>By the time the eyes could adjust, there was nothing left between the stones but a few tendrils of light grey smoke that quickly dissipated; the necromancer’s body, and all the fluids that had come from it, were gone.<br/><br/>Able looked satisfied and walked over to kneel down by the brunette who was breathing softly on the ground. Quite sure she would be just fine, albeit the nasty headache she would face, he stood up and turned back around. He made it about two steps before his head suddenly felt a terrible pang, a vibration like the earth was shaking. Great. Charlie apparently had been in the receiving area and realized that Carver wasn’t exactly in a talkative mood.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Able…please see me at your earliest convenience.</span><br/><br/>“Sure thing, Charlie.”