K'vk'tun. The beach by the clinic. Visitation.

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The beach was nice; immaculate white sand broken only by large black rocks.  The weather was that nice kind of sunny day with a breeze that cooled you off but didn't render you chilly.  The vivid blue sky was dotted with cotton-ball-like clouds.  If she didn't know any better she could have convinced herself that this was Florida and not another planet entirely.

Amidst the crashing of the waves could be heard the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby, and every so often a brindle greyhound dog would take off for the other end of the beach.

Ramada grinned.

"This vacation was a good idea."

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"Marx." The name caused a flood of memories to reach her and she grimaced. "Mind telling me how he spun that yarn?"

She folded her arms over her chest. "And Bran and Lila sat down and just did what they were told like good little mutants..."

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Mykayla nodded, then related Marx's arguments, her small face set.

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"Oh, politicians..." She shook her head. "Goodness knows Meta X is planning something."

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"I don't know." A sigh and an absent belly rub. "I didn't stay to see."

Then Mykayla frowned as she noticed an odd glimmer up by the rafters. -What... God, that doesn't look like a reflection.-

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Ramada looked up too. "What on earth..."