Miguel-verse. Creed's residence. Warm summery night.

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Fluß poked the slab of beef that lay in a bowl on the counter and found it satisfactorily thawed.

She put her ears back, then flicked them toward the doors, listening again for Victor's return. "(He should be back by now,)" she said to Peter, who was quietly smacking on his fist in his sling. "(He said that this was going to be an easy mission.)"

Ears back again, she went to the back door and listened again, one hand absently smoothing the long, sparkly, blue and green tie-dye skirt that she wore before it went up to tuck her white streak behind her left ear.

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He nodded and went with her, pausing to pick up the box and shove it in the meat freezer that was next to the fridge.

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Fluß shook her head and chuckled, then made for the big hammock that they had instead of a couch. "You are... (naughty)."

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"How?" he challenged, laughing.