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I must establish trust. I shall release her, thereby showing her that I mean her no harm, and thus she can-OW! She has trust issues, I see.
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We shall see. First I must communicate. She is unresponsive to German, Romanian, English, Latin, French, Greek, Arabic and Norwegian. Drat.
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In 48 hours, she will re-ignite and die again. I'm appalled. Is there nothing that can be done? He shrugs. Who cares? She's a Geisterdamen.
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So what's the deal with her? The Master explains that she is dead. His device regressed her atomic structure back in time 48 hours. Okay.
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The Master appears. She's secured and jabbering in an unknown tongue. The Master is worried. Geisterdamen hiding in Paris. Don't blame him.
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The secret? When choosing a cable-knit sweater? Get one that uses real cables. She is down! The lab assistant brings some rope. Good man.
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But can she defend against Norwegian Sweater Fighting? Ha! She knows not the way of the målet and is helpless against a true Genser Hersker.
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Inhumanly fast. Mean as a snake and really pissed off. Luckily, she doesn't have a weapon. I'd better not kill her. Ow! Tempting, though.
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A naked young lady now lies on the table. White hair. Slim build. A White Lady! She stirs. White eyes. Sees that she is naked. Sees me. Ow!
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When I arrive, the corpse is wired up to a device I am unfamiliar with. A labmonkey throws a switch and there is a burst of purple light.
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I'm told to come to the Great Tower. The labs of The Master are incredible. Twisted mockeries of decent science, of course, but pretty cool.
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The Master admits that he is concerned. I'll bet he is. I ask if it was a Serpent. None are missing. The hidden room was a surprise as well.
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Usually The Master appears wherever he wishes. From this I infer that the receiving equipment is in the walls and can be destroyed by fire.
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Odd weapons. Spark weapons. A policeman comes over. The Master wishes to speak to me. His image has appeared out on the street. Interesting.
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I have the area roped off. Then I sift through the rubble. Fascinating. A lot of cash. The remains of file cabinets. Still no door. Weapons.
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I remember the layout of the building well. The body was located in what should have been a solid wall. She was in a hidden room. No doors.
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The body is too burned to be of use. So I shall examine the burnt out shop. The firefighter who found the body shows me where it was. Odd.
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Impressive. There ARE no "missing persons" in The Master's Paris. Everyone is accounted for. So who IS this dead woman? Time to get dirty.
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Perhaps it was just an unlucky customer. No one is reported missing in a 10 block area around the fire. Not a regular. Let's widen our net.
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The coroner's report says that the body belonged to a woman, but that's all he can determine. None of the building's tenants are missing.
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