Message for Margarita

[Virus]

Margarita tapped Miguel on the shoulder, "You mind leavin' for a bit?" She thanked
him as he left for the next room.

"What a pitiful mess you are, there, hun." Margarita spoke quietly. She smiled
slightly, her sweet red lips parting just enough, "They didn't hurt you too much, did
they? Some of these guys can get pretty rough."

"Marg?... Margarita!" Roy jumped up from his corner and ran right to the edge of the
cell. It didn't help much, though, the door to the cell was still locked up tight and his
prize didn't move close enough for him to reach, yet. "That really you?"

"Perhaps... Perhaps not." Margarita ran to the cell bars and gave Roy a hug. "Nice to
see you again."

Roy breathed in. She had a light scent, a perfume, almost. Margarita whispered, "I
think I can get you out of here. Just wait here." She backed up slowly and ran out of
the room. Miguel sat back down.

"Oh, go away."

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