Laural let out a frustrated scream and shoved her computer across the table that she was sitting at. She got up and started pacing, biting at her nails and mumbling to herself. She looked at her computer and then at the one that was writing invisibly. In the room with her was one of the puppets. A large man with a beard, dead eyes and smelled rather horrible.
"You best sit back down and do it again Laural." Laural looked up at Kane who had stepped into the room. "Sun down is a handful of hours away. My patience is wearing thin with you, they are still here and have been circling the area. Do you have control of it or not?" Kane demanded and Laural stopped her pacing. She didn't want him breaking bones again, but she didn't have much he'd want to hear either.
