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7. Seven - Sara
Seven - SaraMy mind was reeling from how quickly everything was moving all of a sudden. When we got back to HQ, Connor called a meeting. I quickly excused myself, not wanting to infringe on anything too private, though I knew I was missing important information that Fang would have wanted by dipping out of the meeting. I was on the verge of panic. I needed to get in touch with Fang to ground myself again. I had charged my phone while I was at Connor’s apartment. Carrying my backpack into the bathroom with me, I had plugged it in under his counter. When I fished it back out at HQ, it had just enough battery life for me to try to call my boss. I couldn’t risk trying to listen to all the voicemails he’d left me and killing my phone in the process. I hurried downstairs to the basement, sure
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