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Chapter Three: The Salvation of Paradise
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Paige had been silent for a little while, gathering her thoughts and getting used to her surroundings. Giggling softly at Victoria’s earlier comment about putting up with Kyle and Pete she wondered if maybe she should point out that Pete was easily to handle if you just knew how to deal with him. Paige listened to the banter between Franki and Logan, wondering if on every team there had to be one person who wanted to play by their own rules, if so it looked like Logan would be that person. "Haven’t killed mine yet either, though Logan’s just a lovely ray of sunshine." Paige paused for a moment in her line of thought before adding. "We aren’t making much headway with the investigatin’ Logan’s got it in his head that shouting to the townsfolk will get him answers." Paige sighed softly wishing she hadn’t been thrown into this mission as a veteran. Because it seemed no matter how many times they made themselves believe there wasn’t a leader it seemed as if that role had fallen on the veterans shoulders.

Though it seemed that while Paige had been caught up in her mental rant about Logan and his oddities, Franki had chosen to make physical contact with the entity that was Cloak and somehow he had sent a message to her. “Okay, firstly ah’m not going t’ proclaim how utterly weird it is that Cloaky there was able t’ speak t’ yuh.” Paige shivered as a chill ran up her spine, she might have pushed aside the scared teenager role that had haunted her all through the first two missions but that still didn’t mean that these sort of things didn’t freak her out. “Ah’ll get a hold of ‘Toria.” She added, mentally noting that hopefully Victoria would know what to do. "Seems like Cloak thinks we’re being watched by some being, are yuh guys getting that feelin’ at all?"
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