<div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/9b68c17b-d2b1-4394-9891-32bf2519de79_zps66794b1c.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Jax</span><br/>St. Cosmas High, Math Class<br/>Tagging: Mary</span><br/><hr/><br/>"Ew, seriously?  I'm pretty sure that stuff is made from roadkill or cow rectums or something.  Maybe we have some weird recessive DNA or something...like sickle cell and malaria?"  She wasn't sure the example was completely apt, but it was the closest thing she could remember from biology.<br/><br/>When they reached the office and saw everyone there unconscious as well, Jax emitted a dry, "Huh."  She poked the secretary a couple times with her chair, not kindly, then shrugged and opened a lower drawer on the woman's desk.  After rifling through the confiscated items for a minute she emerged with her favorite lighter, three packs of smokes - one short of how many were taken from her two days ago, she noted with disdain - and a cheap switchblade of unknown provenance.  It would work better than the chair, at least.  She also grabbed the set of master keys from the top drawer before turning back to her companion.  "Well, Mary, shall we call the cops or check out the locker rooms?"