Where they keep the dead bodies.

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The building is sterile and white Leo finds himself upon a metal slab. From down the hall he hears a voice. "H-hello?"

Leo slowly opened his eyes and slowly sat up and glanced around his vision blurred and unfocused. He rubbed his head as it felt like he had been hit by a train. He had hot flashes of images rush through his head he grabbed his head and fell off the metal slab. He felt weak and slowly got up and stumbled forward he grabbed the wall and made his way to the door opening it. He moved forward down the hall towards the voice. He finally reached the owner of the voice and collapsed before the person.

A coroner was sitting at a desk and when Leo collapsed in front of him he got up quickly stepping over to him and checking his pulse before pulling out a cellphone. "I need and ambulance to the weston city morgue. No this is not a joke. Just send it please a man just collapsed."

IN no time at all the paramedics arrive place the unconscious man on the gurney and place him in the ambulance.

>>TO Hospital>>

Brother Joshua pulled into the church parking lot. He stepped out of the car and the others heard him say something in Latin. The mages felt the power go out from Joshua the energy surrounding the group as he cast some sort of illusion.

  Matt stepped out of their ride, his influence feeling like a lazy guard dog glancing at the illusions and going back to sleep.  A guy could get spoiled being surrounded by benevolent sorts he didn't need to worry about most of the time.

  "Anything I should keep in mind?  I'm not about to make fun of or poke at the deceased, but the more I know ahead of time the less likely I shoulder block something metaphysical on instinct."

 'Oh my god!  He just put the Ghost of Christmas Future through the announcers table!' is the sort of incident Matt would like to avoid.
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Ozzy smiled and said, "I guess just follow Brother Joshua's lead. As long as he's cool, we ought to play it cool, too. I've got a pretty bad-woojie sense, too. I'm honestly just hoping that we might be able to get a 'whiff' of the magical aura of our perps. Something that might lead us to them."

  Clarissa shrugged, and said "Can you get used to our magical signatures, and then figure out how to let us do things but not anyone else?"

"Each brother and sister's abilities tend to vary based on one's god given talents. Mine primarily deal with influencing minds very useful most of the time. But I cannot create an anti magic field"
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