CH.37-the impossible

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*KARA'S POV*

"So, I didn't realize that we needed the whole gang here to track him down," I muttered, tapping my fingernails on the edges of my mug as the tea within it grew colder with every moment that passed.

"Well we didn't realize how powerful you were, so keep quiet while we figure this out," Mitchell complained.

"Someone's moody," Eve stated.

"Well excuse me, but Kara has no idea where her cranial bunk buddy is." Orion rested his hand on Mitchell's shoulder as a way of calming him down and Mitchell instantly sat down, shoving Orion's hand off of him, but his shoulders had visibly relaxed.

"Where's Owen? And Ace?" Amity inquired.

"Well, you can't seem to keep up with anyone lately so how would you know?" Mitchell growled. Amity snapped he head in his direction and bore her malicious into the soul of an angry werewolf who probably would have found it in his best interest to keep his mouth shut.

"Watch yourself. She bites," Weston grumbled, swatting Mitchell on the back of the head, "we need to go against the enemy. We don't need battles amongst ourselves.

"Where's Ace?" Cora spoke up from where she and Danalrie were standing in the kitchen.

"Last I heard, he went to check out the field and make sure all was clear," Orion mumbled, "I think he's going to round up the recruits too."

"Why do the werewolves know more about our leader than us?" Danalrie protested, receiving glares from Orion, Mitchell, Eve, and even Weston:

"He told Weston and Weston told them," Seven, who was being abnormally quiet said.

Danalrie tilted her head in Seven's direction. "How do you know that?"

"Because Ace told me when he told Weston."

"And neither you nor Ace told the rest of us?"

"No, sis, we didn't because neither of us wanted to kill ourselves, trying to to have a civilized conversation with you," Seven stated, leaning against the wall. My lips twitched into a grin before Owen came through the door.

"Kara can I talk to you?" I nodded and walked down the hallway into my dads office, Owen following short behind.

"What's wrong?"

"Is Aragon still out and about or is he contained?"

"I don't know."

"Then let's find out," Owen mumbled, worry evident in his facial features, "we're going to try to go into an RD. If we can't then it's not possible because the witness part of your mindset isn't present, but if we can, we don't have to worry about Aragon wandering about anymore because he's back in your head."

We both sat in a chat and linked arms, waiting for something...anything...

...But nothing.

He was gone.

"How am I able to stay awake while he's out this long?"

"Physical incarnations of the witness mindset are rare and therefore unpredictable. We know that they're corporeal, but we don't know if they can be killed, and if they're killed, will it kill the witness or will the witness become mortal? There are so many questions that have yet to be answered regarding the witness society. We're a dual-functioning people; two in one and we're nearly extinct. No one knows anything about us so I can't tell you what's going to happen because I don't know...and it kills me that I don't know."

"So we can't fix this?"

"I'm not saying we can't fix it, but it'll be very difficult seeing as we have nothing to go by."

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