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Miles, for his part, said nothing once Piper had settled down. Still without a name or any means of identification he would just have to wait until they made it to headquarters. He made a quick phone call just to let them know he was on his way back, but said nothing of the woman slumped in the back seat. One could almost picture a miniature raincloud above her head the way she was sniffling.
Well, you reap what you sow.
It only served to get Miles more curious as to her intentions in the graveyard were, but he was likely not the one to do the questioning from here on out.
The IOPSA building was a modest three story tan brick building tucked behind taller skyscrapers. The front bore a plaque beside the door but otherwise it look fairly unremarkable. Miles pulled up the shoulder, shut the car off, and went over to the side where Piper had slumped against.
"Come on, let's not make this difficult, hm?" He offered her a hand up and out of the car, those cuffs would make it difficult to balance otherwise.
"Miles, what're you doing back ea--" A familiar voice piped up from the doorway, stopping mid-sentence. There was Lucas, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, "Piper!?"
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