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Ty noticed this, and raised an eyebrow.

"...are you all right, young lady?" he asked.

"I can tell you're on edge." he said further. "You seem generally antsy, and your hand keeps twitching." he commented.

"And yes, this place is... overwhelming for those that are not used to it." he then went on.

"It's like that for everyone that first comes here... usually." he added.

"What has you SO on edge, anyway?" he asked.

Ty just laughed out loud.

"We're 99.99% mages and non-humans here." he told her.

"I'M the .01%." he said further. "Among... a select few." he added.

"But I seem normal. That's the key word there. Seem." he continued.

"I assure you, my dear, I am FAR from 'normal'." he went on.

"And I'm sure YOU hide much behind your appearance as well."

Jake was silent as he heard the bitterness in her tone, but figured that it maybe wasn't the best idea to mention it. It was never a good idea to tell an angry person that they were angry. Unless one wanted them angry at THEM as well.

So he just sighed.

"I understand." he told her, as Ty suddenly opened the door.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Escort her to Agent Sharp." Jake told him, gesturing to Jasmine.

"Can do." Ty responded.

Jake looked at Jasmine, and then to the sachet she was holding... and immediately, he recoiled, his tongue instinctively darted out to smell them... to which he recoiled even MORE.

"Oh YEESH!" he exclaimed.

"I... I..." he stammered.

"R-right." he said. "I... hm." he mumbled, before buzzing someone.

"Boss, the hunter that gave me the info I relayed to you a while ago is back, and she says she has something that can help us get to the bottom of this." he said into the comm system.

"...send her up. Immediately." was the response given.

"Got it." Jake replied, before thinking for a moment, and then buzzing again.

"Agent King to the security checkpoint, ASAP." he said into the P.A. system now, before hanging up.

"Whatever's in there... it's potent." he told Jasmine.

Marcus just shook his head.

"She said she's going to take care of this." he said.

"And odds are that does not include figuratively tearing you a new one. Not yet, anyway." he went on.

"So... best thing to do is take you somewhere for holding." he continued.

"Jasmine will more than likely visit you there later."

Marcus watched her go to the room and sighed.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"Guess she managed to sneak in here a bit ago." he commented.

"Well, that's Jasmine, I suppose." he then said.

"She's good at blending into a background when she wants to."

Marcus just sighed.

"Hi Jasmine." he said.

"And what's up is that I'm arresting your sister." he told her.

"On her insistence, mind." he then added.

Marcus just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ngh." he grunted.

"I hate this." he said.

"But it's clear that this needs to be done. It would be remiss of me not to." he growled.

"All right, let's.... let's go." he said.

Marcus was silent, before shrugging and sighing heavily.

"Well, you're turning yourself in and admitted involvement... I can't NOT." he said.

He was wondering if Jasmine really was home, though.

She said she was stopping by... was she already here, or close enough to be within hearing range?

"Oh. Right." Marcus responded.

"That's fair." he said.

"Guess there's no issue." he muttered.

"But you're in trouble if she hears about this."

"Oh, no. No, no, no." Marcus replied.

"Not a gang member or anything like that." he told her. "...that would be a lot easier to deal with." he muttered.

He then sighed and shook his head. He looked at the ceiling for a moment, and then looked at her.

His expression was that of exasperation and almost concern.

"...Jasmine's home." he said.

"....hm. I see." Marcus muttered.

"Well, your statement is still true, but... I think you ARE being a LITTLE hard on yourself." he told her. "You're a good person, Abigail, and the Council and Triad know it." he went on.

"Your business is legit, and you've shown that you're not a hunter that sticks to old-world beliefs." he assured her, pausing for a moment, as he seemed to just realise something.

"Besides." he then said further with another sigh.

"Right now, dealing with the legal repercussions of your involvement is the least of your worries." he muttered, in a seemingly cryptic statement.

"...." Marcus was silent for a moment, staring at the gems.

"...I..." he stammered. "I can feel my inner wildness wanting to break free... but also... deep guilt that I harbour..." he mumbled.

"These are truly dangerous." he said, dropping the bag into a box nearby his chair.

"And perhaps you're being a bit hard on yourself." he then told her.

"Did you distribute these willingly?" he asked her.

"Or knowingly?"

That was a lot for Marcus to take in, even though it didn't SEEM like much.

"...hold on, hold on, hold on." he said.

"Complicit in hunter activity? How? Where? What is it?" he asked her.

He then looked to the satchel, and paused, before narrowing his eyes.

"...and I assume it has something to do with THIS." he muttered, opening the bag and finding it full of blue gems... that gave him a VERY ominous feeling.

"Care to explain yourself?"