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RestlessComfort
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The hesitant and ambivalent voice cut through the silence like a warm knife through butter. It was a quiet, feminine voice that sounded shaky and unsure. Charles focused his attention to the source of the voice: a women, who stood taller then most, with thick, black, curly hair that fell to her shoulders. He recognized her from her file that lay on his desk back at HQ. She appeared to be the only one who even noticed the boy, or the only one brave enough to speak up. He took another puff of his cigar before speaking. "Well, you can't expect to finish a puzzle without all the pieces, can you?" His cigar further diminished as they stood, ash falling from the end and covering the ground. "The boy is important," he said vaguely. "All of you are." He then dropped his cigar to the floor, crushed it with his boot, and worked it into the ground, extinguishing the tip.