Traya's breath came in ragged gasps (her wound had all but healed). She set herself down for a moment.
It had to be done. It had to. Whatever that was. It wasn't Jai. But at least it was dead.
"The Hall of Justice," she said, quickly. "It's mostly just a museum these days... but the equipment there still works."
(WILL)
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