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[ Bass didn't know how it was possible but Mimmi -Mimmi Kopanski, Mimmi from that Goddamn ship that he wanted to forget, that Mimmi- was here. In his world. Walking down the street.

Granted, she looked confused and lost and very unsure as to where she was, but she happened to be in America a few hundred years after she would have died naturally. Even worse than that-

She was right in the middle of a bona fide danger zone. Namely, two steps away from a cluster of structures Wily wanted blasted to the ground after Bass extracted all the necessary information from the databanks within. Great. Great.

First things first; Bass had to escort her from the area or she'd probably get caught up in the confusion and die. He snarled, stormed over to Mimmi and took her arm in hand, hissing darkly in German, ]

Move. Come with me, right now.

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[ True to his word, Bass returns the following morning in the same jeans/hoodie ensemble as last night. He has a suitcase in hand and once again, he's using the window. ...or he would be using it if it weren't locked. Fucking hotel windows and their security measures bullshit.

KNOCK KNOCK. Hopefully Mimmi isn't sleeping too soundly. ]

[HOLY SHIT SOMEONE'S AT THE WIND--

Oh. It was just Bass. Again. Okay.

Mimmi crawls out of the bed (she hadn't been sleeping much anyway, it was so weird that everything was so still after being on a ship for so long) and pulls the window open again.]

Good morning.