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Celeste smiled over at him with a soft sigh, a sight for sore eyes.
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Sage smiled back, still slightly groggy but moving to plop down next to her anyway. "Where are we," he asked, wanting to know where to step in
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"Pretty much in the same spot," she sighed
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Sage nodded, expecting that answer. He sat down with a sigh of his own, shaking his head. "Can't we just sneak in, kill her, and take over," he groaned.
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Celeste shook her head. "No, there are thousands of guards,"
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Sage huffed out a breath. "Then we gas them all or something." He shrugged. "Knock them out, then kill them quick."
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"Where would we get gas from?" One of the Weres asked. Celeste shook her head. "It doesn't matter,"
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Sage chuckled. "Toss a few cleaning ingredients together from your local Walmart and you've got plenty," he mused. "Smoke bombs too.* He shrugged.
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Celeste shook her head. "No, they're trained for that. They have masks on them at all times,"
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Sage groaned and flopped back onto the couch. "Tranq darts," he asked. "Enchanting music? Other forms of magical doomsday stuff?" He was just throwing ideas around now. None of them would probably work ...they didn't even know anyone who had magic like that
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