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There is a bright flash, a loud Bang, and a well-rounded string of curses issued in the city once known as San Antonio, Texas. The culprit with the mouth a sailor might blush at sits in the middle of the street, where once roamed tourists and things that go bump in the night, and stares balefully at the delapidated building that houses a faded sign.

Alamo, it claims.

"Bullshit. This is complete and utter bullshit!"

She rises to her feet after a moment, dusting off tight jeans, straightening a brown leather jacket, and flipping back long, blonde hair.

(Because she can, and she's female, and ready to kick your ass if you give her shit about it.)

Welcome to the Shattered 'verse, Jo Harvelle.