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Schuldig surveyed the scene before him. And blinked, several times in rapid succession. He was disappointed when the image refused to change. Sometimes, reality sucked.

He could feel Crawford's amusement from where the oracle stood next to him.

"Fuck you, Crawford."

Amusement from another source this time and Schuldig directed a glare towards his bastard son that would have killed most men. Brett shifted uneasily. The older telepath looked at the remains of his beloved car and smiled coldly. "Kid?"

"Yeah...?"

Schuldig tilted his head to the side and Brett shuddered. "You have a five minute head start."

Brett ran.