Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190506000004

"No, you want to kill me." Shrike said, grabbing Morgan by the collar of her jacket, not violently, but with enough strength for it to be a threat

"You, this thing, Deere.   You shouldn't be able to know each other.  It's been bothering me." Shrike told Morgan. "Deere's Kentucky, you're New York.  And now you're both out here, in California?  Why would Ulysses call you before Wales?" Something flashed in Shrike's eyes, a realization. "I saw Van de Poorter."