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Azulius checked his pockets for his usual combat gear as Coronado jumped into its flurry of activity.  Close quarters combat, yipee, he thought as he watched. Usually the universe was a little more subtle about these kind of things, but it looked like that seminar couldn't come any sooner.

"Hey, Shani?" he left a voice message as he walked towards the front door of Coronado. "It's Azzie.  Thanks for making a cake and all, but I need you to stick it in the minifridge for me.  I've been out helping a friend, and something tells me they're gonna need a lot more help tonight.  Give Ansel one of those nose-kissing-things for me.  See ya around."

Just as he got out the door and hung up, Stahlfritz pulled up in what looked like a completely innocent minivan, though the vehicle was probably as "innocent" as the handful of mercs climbing into it.

"Do I even want to know where you're going, all dressed up like that?" Azulius asked, his Semblance letting only Fritz hear him. "Looks like a real party." Silently, he hoped the phantom would invite him along to the fight, but the odds looked even at best. CQC had always been the magician's weak point, and Fritz, having fought against him, probably knew that better than anyone.