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[killofthenight]

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text | 7/20, evening

[prosecutorial]

I don't even know if the Wolf Den is open right now, but you wouldn't happen to be in the mood for punching something, would you?

[It's an odd request, but she's feeling angry again, and she needs a controlled place to expend it.]

[killofthenight]

I'm always in the mood to punch something. Doors aren't really an issue for me either. I can get us in and out without anyone being wiser to it.

[The why can always come later. Helena is always low key concerned. It's a side effect of everything, but she thinks this time it isn't just her.]

[prosecutorial]

Does breaking and entering count against us when it comes to getting our incentive?

[She's not discouraging her, she's just curious.]

[killofthenight]

I have no idea, but I bet we can smooth things over with whoever owns the place if we get caught. Frankly that's a big if.

[prosecutorial]

If works for me. I can meet you there in thirty minutes?

[killofthenight]

I'll be there. See you soon, Laurel.

[prosecutorial]

[And she will be there, waiting outside the Wolf's Den with her arms crossed in front of her chest, still turning things over in her head.]

[killofthenight]

[That's the look of a woman with a lot on her plate. Helena can't help commenting on that as she approaches.] Penny for your thoughts? Or should I wait for after our match?

[She's thinking after which is why she quickly follows up with:] Is it open?

[prosecutorial]

[She nods, before reaching forward and twisting the door handle so that the door swings open, but then makes a face.]

I don't know. It's kind of heavy so are you sure you want to know?

[killofthenight]

That depends on you, Laurel. [She flashes a charming smile to disguise her concern.] Would telling me make you any lighter?

[prosecutorial]

Maybe?

[There's no guaranteee of that though, because she still has to deal with it.]

It's not going to change it, though, so I'm still going to have to carry it.

[killofthenight]

There's no escaping that. [There's an edge in her voice as she says it because sadly she learned that lesson far too young.]

How about this? If I can't figure it out by the time we're done sparring, I'll ask.

[prosecutorial]

[She considers for a moment, weighing the options, then nodding her agreement.]

Okay. Let's do it.

[killofthenight]

[Helena nods in the affirmative. Once they hit the mat, she gets into her usual stance. Her right hand is up with the palm facing out. Her right foot follows with the rest of her braced back for balance. The invitation is clear in her body language. Since Helena has the task of figuring Laurel out, the other woman gets the first move.]

[prosecutorial]

[Generally Laurel is the same, wanting to take the time to get a better idea of her opponent, especially when sparring, but right now the frustration needs to go somewhere, so she lashes out, swinging not too hard, but hard enough.]