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<font color="#bbbcc0" face="georgia"><center>HOSPITAL // 18:25 CET // 9°C // SNOW</center></font>
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<font color="#301323" face="georgia">Perhaps I did speak too soon while I was in Prato; if there is such a thing as a jinx, I surely enabled that. With mere hours left on my journey to Rome, I had another flash. It was the first one in a while--My head ached in ways I didn't know were possible when it was finished. And it was so quick. So quick. It still alludes me how so much information can be presented in milliseconds. <br><br>
I supposed that doesn't really matter, though. Not in the grand scheme of things.<br><br>
In any event, it was triggered by a phone call, a call from Christine to be specific. She was on a train, aiding a Pacem-Bellum official, Mora... Lethaeus, I believe? I barely caught her last name. They were attacked. The whole train was attacked. I felt like I could see and hear and feel everything. The blood, the panic, the agony of those few who were barely surviving. It was horrid. One of, if not the, worst flashes I've ever had.<br><br>
Christine requested transportation, and I, like a fool, blabbered on about my offer with P-B. It's a tad embarrassing to look back on that now. She's so powerful and in-control in these situations, and I'm just a bumbling bookworm, completely out of my element. I couldn't even make it to the wreckage--Someone shot at me. Well, the SUV, in any event. Destroyed the engine with a single shot. I don't know how I'll explain that to the rental company. I doubt their insurance policies cover unexpected attacks from... Well, they may as well have been phantoms.<br><br>
Mora was badly injured. So was Christine, actually, from what I could gather, but the warrior in her won't let her admit weakness. We're in Germany now, at one of the rebuilt hospitals in the southern regions. I'm actually not sure of the exact location. But regardless, it's a hospital and Mora is being treated for her wounds. Hopefully she'll recover quickly, and we can continue on to Lillehammer and uncover the nature of these attacks. <br><br>
Perhaps it's short-sighted and self-centered of me to consider, but I can't help but wonder if I was specifically targeted, or if I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The change in plans, the coordinated attack... It seems more than coincidence to me.<br><br>
For now, I do intend to see if I can learn anything about the train wreck, whatever that may be.
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<font color="#8a555b" face="georgia">D.L. </fomt>
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