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DAY TWENTYSEVEN 12:00PM


You're A Long Ways From Home...

Suki's chronometer was chiming. She didn't need to glance at it to know. She tapped Donnelly on the shoulder. He had been sleeping on the edge of a table, covered up in a blanket. 

"Father, it's time," she said.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" he asked as he sat up. "My child, do we know what we are about to do?" 

"Yes," she said soberly. "It's the only course of action to their counter-actions."

Scorpio began to gather up the weapons he was working on; there was a pile of them spread out on a green blanket. He had field-stripped and cleaned every one, making sure that they were prepared for battle. 

"You're sure this is the right course of action," Donnelly insisted again. From what Suki had told him of the device he really wanted to make sure that every action was held accountable.

"You contacted the chalet, you heard from them yourself." 

He had called the number and when Susanna had answered he had wanted to know how the kids were, and how everyone was holding up. And she had told him how Hank had tore out of there like a bat out of hell. He had never inquired about the health of Mother, since he didn't know her.

"I'm telling you, Father. This is the only way to make everything right," Suki said. Donnelly trusted her; after all she had that angelic quality about her. 

"But what about finding Max?" he asked.

"We are past that point," she told him. They walked over to the device and Suki punched in MAGENTA OPUS into the keypad. The device clicked and hummed and then disappeared. 

"Let's roll," Scorpio said.