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Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,

"Oh, great, you're a comedian," Micah said, but there wasn't any venom behind the words. That didn't mean he might not punch the man in order to make himself feel better (eventually), but right now he had other worries. He didn't actually acknowledge anything Rick said until he was at the door of 202, and he unlocked it and walked inside without any of his usual care not to give away the secrets of his life - after all, Rick already knew the main talking points. "Something that lists who has come out, at the fucking least."

He walked through the apartment, climbed out the window and onto the escape, then made his way to 206 in a climb and duck pattern he was completely accustomed to at this point.

He banged on Iris' windows, peered in past curtains, and he finally yanked off his shirt and wrapped his fist in it, before shoving that self-same fist through the glass of the apartment's main window.

He climbed inside past the wreckage, and he looked in every room and closet.

"Voy a matar a alguien," he said, and he might have meant it. Wherever Iris was, he hoped she had Eliot with her. Dammit.