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...There it is again. This isn't the first time Ọya was... well, odd. Ires had always felt an affinity for this store clerk. However, at times like these there was clearly something different about them. Experience perhaps? Ires scans Ọya's face as she smiles and nods, an invitation to continue...

Ires places her gathered products on the counter, allowing Ọya to begin scanning them. She continues the conversation in a cordial tone, "Oh, you know. Stuff around the neighbourhood. I'm off to work after this." She rummages through her handbag for her wallet pre-emptively. "What about you...

At this moment the automatic doors to the service station slide open with the usual squeak and a gust of humid air. Through the doors the chilling breeze carries a voice, the harmonious, mid-pitched voice of a woman talking on her smartcom. "Yes, we found him." A pause as she walks in, her tall...