[Date: October 15, 2020. Time: 10:03 pm. Maggie's found a nearby bar and got herself some liquor. There's a rowdy crowd around a television watching a boxing match, but there's a few quieter sections at the other end of the bar.] * Marguerite flips open her phone and punches in Warlow's number. While it rings, she takes a nice long hit of scotch. Fucking Death. Jesus. * Warlow picks up after a few rings. "Hello?" Hey, Warlow? It's Maggie. Got a minute? Or twenty? I do. What's the problem? You're up on this whole Kahlya thing, right? You think you can explain it - in words shorter'n three syllables and not usin' the phrase "multidimensional flux"? * Marguerite belts the rest of her scotch and puts up her finger for another. Not that up. But I can try. She died, but stuck around in a way that broke the rules. Death mimicked her form to try to fix that. She beat Death. See, nice and simple. Goddamn monks can't do it without a fuckin' dissertation. This here's key. How long was she dead? * Warlow hmms. "Let me pull up our logs." There's some tapping. "Judging by the decay on her body, I think she went down pre-dawn." ... that same day? So she was alive the night of the twelfth? Assuming her body wasn't abnormally preserved, yeah. And since it was dumped in the Thames, I don't think preservation was a priority. So - and this is fuckin' hypothetical now - she could easily have been part of Saki's kidnapping. * Warlow is quiet for a few seconds. "Hypothetically speaking? Yes." You've got the files - can you tell me if she wound up with a bullet in her head? Checking our debriefings.... Yeah. There's consistent wounds. Although we never got an autopsy or high definition photo or the like. Damn. So I can't check the caliber of the bullets. * Marguerite sighs. That's enough for me, though. Thanks, Rev. Unless you got some pearls of wisdom about it not bein' her fault. Well she's a vampire now, so my heart doesn't go out to her. ::she sighs:: She's a legitimate target, laws don't protect vampires aside from special cases like the tournament. But if you want more of the story we could try interrogating one of our possessed prisoners or going back to the mole report. * Warlow sounds like it's mostly years of training that cause her to add on the extra details about not straight out killing vamps. * Marguerite rubs her head. "I gotta check on timeframe first, but I'll be in touch." Good luck. Thanks. And hey, listen - this goes under the radar, okay? Promise I won't do anythin' too goddamn stupid. I've got your back. I'll trust you won't make a public spectacle of this. * Marguerite grins. "Not if I can help it. I like my job too goddamn much." Catch you later, Rev. Later, Maggie. [Warlow hangs up.] * Marguerite hangs up and orders another! * MAggie gets another! (End?) (Yup.) [End!]