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As she stepped back into the kitchen, the young woman's sharp blue eyes swivelled to the neon glow emanating from the clock that was set in the top of the stove, next to the dials that regulated the intensity of heat to be used whilst cooking. She frowned slightly and glanced over at the two brothers, who stood conversing in the middle of the lounge, then to the Doctor who had just entered the building.
Gentlemen, we must make a short stop before we go anywhere or do anything. The Family requires a kick-start, which will be given at a meeting to be held at my brother's bowling alley. It is necessary that we attend ...
Her lacquered nails reached out, claw like, advancing on the set of keys that lay on top of the breakfast bar, snaring them up and caging them in her pocket. She was set into a pattern, a wild animal insistent on the pack's continued ferocity, and on their aim - conquer, or die. Her blue eyes were icey balls of determination as she looked up to the three men present.
Let's go, gentlemen.
And that was that, she was out the door, prowling the hallway beyond and descending to the front door, each footstep a soft, dangerous click akin to that of claws on stone, circling ever closer, stalking their prey to it's destination.
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