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She knew that upon Nishaa’s return, that the woman would find it difficult to meld back into the town that had changed drastically over a year. Microchipping vampires. Their right’s stripped. She wasn’t quite sure on how to explain it all to her slightly psychopathic childe, but then again, explaining things wasn’t always the easiest to how stubborn the woman was. For example, how many times had Every told her to stop playing with mooncalves? “If only I had a hundred dollars.” She shook her head as she tucked the device into her pocket.

For Every, as she always had been, Nishaa was the epitome of a headache.

And, despite that, she was still her family.

It had surprised her when the woman had gotten softer in text - they weren’t exactly the mushiest. The woman was a reminder of the violence that had once been her purpose and over the years, Every had mellowed considerably. But, much to her surprise, the shoot first and greet aspect of the dark haired woman had seemed to pass. Had Nishaa grown, too? The answer had come in the form of asking for hacking scripts for sale, and how much she’d charge for them. As she made scripts for others regularly and merely asked for the source codes - it would help speed up the process, too.

As she reached over to her computer, Every pulled up the police evidence database and began clicking through the files idly. Partially to keep an eye on her childe, but also to monitor her breaking and entering skills. After a few moments, she turned her attention back to the files spread across her desk for employees. The search for a new clerical wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do. When the next round of texts went through, Every parted her lips and frowned. She twisted back to look through her computer, finding Nishaa not to be on the list - yet, the thought registered in her mind.

I’ll go over it all. Might be easier in person.

She sent the text without thinking much about it and once the name flashed across her screen, Every rolled her eyes. “And, the headaches begin.” Not entirely literal. She pulled the brown leather jacket from the opposite side of her chair, pulling her hair out from beneath it and grabbed her crossbow. The weight of the unique weapon reassured that no, she wouldn’t have it blow back up in her face, but also the technicality of a firearm. Slinging it over her shoulder, she focused and teleported into MRC’s alleyway before making her way with ease down the pathways.

Ten minutes and a bullet wound later, she rolled her healing shoulder as the dark haired trouble that she turned came into view. “You’re on the list.” She said, with a frown.