hadriel { ic inbox }

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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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[text] the 16th!

[lifetothefullest]

[As soon as Lance receives the text he sends a message to Nate.]

Any chance you're near here?

[And he sends the coordinates Name sent him; Lance is on the other side of the city, and it'll take him some time to get there, but maybe Nate is closer.]

[text]

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[Last-minute scavenger hunts are exactly the kind of thing in which Nate excels. He drops what he's doing to shoot a quick text back, sliding his bag back over the belt at his hip, sketchbook securely stowed away.]

on it

[text]

[lifetothefullest]

[You're the best, Nate.]

It's not an exact location; look in about a hundred foot radius.

I'll be there as soon as I can be.

[text]

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copy that

[text] #2

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[About five minutes later:]

found it

[text]

[lifetothefullest]

[This text is a huge relief, and Lance responds as soon as he sees it, taking a brief break from racing across the city.]

Awesome. I'll be there soon.

[text]

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it's a lot smaller than i thought it would be

[text]

[lifetothefullest]

How small?

[If they can move it without needed to get someone else involved, that'd be incredibly fortunate.]

[text]

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smaller than a breadbox and bigger than a poptart

what do you want, actual dimensions?

hurry up

[text]

[lifetothefullest]

[Wow, that's... Definitely smaller than expected.]

Okay, I'm almost there.

[And as promised, he shows up soon after.]