“Awesome.” He searched for the web site for Winslow High School, and whistled tunelessly to annoy Shadow Stalker as he found the teacher’s emails. He began painstakingly entering them into the recipient field.
On the civilian phone, right? The one that probably still has numpad typing? That was such a pain, I don’t miss it at all.
When he’d done that, he began the process of attaching the texts to the email. It would have been mind-numbingly dull if it wasn’t for that gradually building sense of trepidation he was experiencing from his gracious host.
mwahaha >:)
He typed out a message for the email itself:
found phone. stuff inside is concerning. thought u should see what ur students r doing.
Nice, that gets around the issue of the teachers wondering why Sophia would send this.
Her thumb hovered over the button that would send the email.
“Nah,” he decided. He felt a wave of relief from his host.
oh my cod regent
And then he presses it, once the relief sinks in a bit?
That relief swiftly faded as he turned her eyes to the smart phone and searched for Brockton Bay’s police force.
Oh boy.
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