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The two were slightly impressed as she called it without them telling her a thing. It could have been a kidnapping, rape, or anything but she nailed it. They were also very uncomfortable at this point as she was so confident in what she had just told them, they were wondering if they should shut the book on this. "No as if you do, many many more will suffer and die. This isn't the first death nor will it be the last if you ignore it." Heero thought of something which got her to look at him. "No I have no idea what your thinking but if I was a cop I would have done that if it meant there would be less deaths. You cannot simply sweep this under the rug and everything will be okay. For if you do many great and wonderful people won't be born and many that were destined to die will stay alive and change the coarse of fate, and you might be okay with that but I'm not. I like to live to see next year, thank you very much."

They just sat there for a full five minutes staring at the young female in front of them astonished of what just came out of her mouth. "Technically The Fates" putting her hands up showing the three women behind her then letting her hands rest on the table "Have everything planned and weaved out, you need to just relax and let yourself make the decisions that should be made." "So no matter what the outcome is already determined?" Heero was curious "Yes. Its comforting to know that you will never make the completely wrong answer as you were destined to mess up." "Wow so...our screw ups are okay?" "Yes as you learn from them. They teach you. Think of it as a puzzle. If you do this, and you mess up, you learn not to do that same move for when you try again." "oh...I think I get that...You know I get her Fates more then I get God" "Go fig..." the big one coughed out. Heero looked at Trowa who simply gave a 'drop it for now' look.

Dropping it "Well if your a psychic lady" "Necromancer lady....there's a difference." "There's a difference? How?" Trowa blinked as he agreed with his friend who was noticing how quiet the big guy was getting. "Psychics 'see' images of the future, meddlers. They are given little to see so they must learn to interpret what is given to them and apply it to the question. I am a Necromancer I talk with the dead. I learn the future as they are given better images since they are not bound by the same rules as us. I deal with past lives, I deal with the present. I can raise the dead to help and I summon some things that should stay in the heavens or hell. I fight the dead with the dead or whatever I am needed to." Trowa blinked thinking of 10 years old. Looking down and away. "Whatever it is I will help you later." Looking back to the other "However, I am bound to this plain's rules. I simply cannot fast forward to the future and tell you how the movie ends. I must be given the clues to guide you. Do you understand." The guys nodded. "Now let me see what you brought me his dismal night."

She smiled and took the folder. Trowa didn't even loosen his grip before she had a hard spasm and coughed once violently. "Can it be?" she whispered. The two cops watched as she was sitting there with the folder shaking a bit. "Are you okay miss?" She looked at them then back down at the folder which only she held in her hands. "Uhh....." For once she was wanting her brother there but was glad he wasn't. He was however feeling his bond with his sister. It was calling to him but pushing him away, the statue he was stealing went from priceless to powder in no time as his nerves cringed. "Adara...." He headed home to get her damned tea stuff and go and intervene but still tried to give her time, that and get his non illegal bike.

She set it down and put her hands on it but didn't open it "What have you guys gotten into...." she looked up at them then back down she opened it and immediately her eyes flew back showing only whites. The guys stood up, sending their chairs back and backed away from her. She was sitting there tall, back arched as if 50,000 volts were going through her body, little noises of pain and weezing were escaping her as her hands tightened on the table, her nails digging in lightly. What she saw that they didn't was a burning and faces flashing at her, laughing, screaming, deamons.

Finally her body completely went limp her head slamming into the table, then shooting back up again. Her eyes were normal and she was standing, the chair flew back and hit the wall. "ΑΠΟ ΤΟΥΣ ΘΕΟΥΣ ΔΙΆΟΛΕ! ΤΙ ΕΧΕΙ ΕΞΑΠΟΛΥΘΕΊ; ΓΙΑΤΙ ΥΠΑΡΧΟΥΝ ΤΟΣΟΙ ΠΟΛΛΟΊ ΔΑΙΜΟΝΕΣ ΣΕ ΜΙΑ ΘΕΣΗ" She was panting and finally looked at the two wild eyed and walked off to the back to calm her nerves. "Trowa...why do I have a distinct feeling this case is going to suck a**?" "Because I already see the a** with a straw firmly placed in the hole..." In the back Adara was sucking down the orange juice, she has never dealt with that MANY specters in one go. She has seen a lot but this was going too far. Maybe sweeping it under the carpet wouldn't be such a bad thought, but then again she wouldn't be the baby sister Shu Yin loved so much if she did that.

"Heero..." tapping his friend he pointed to the goat. "One thing at a time. Right now if anything, he's a baby compared to our case" Nodding the two bought up the chairs and sat down waiting, but not long as she came out and got her chair. "Sorry about that, the initial introductions...can be violent." "We noticed, you okay?" She just smiled and grabbed the folder, starting to flip through the photos. "You are right Mr. Barton. It was done from within the mirror. Just like words are backwards, so are actions. Where the minute the pain would register and made this man stop if he truly didn't want to die, was not in the mirror. It was a entity that felt nothing but the joy of the kill. However, there is more here. Its like he is bound by the mirror. Does this make any sense to you?" "so only that mirror."

"If your lucky."