BreakOCT entry

It was just after three when Iris walked through the door of the Armory. The place should have been bustling on a Tuesday afternoon but for some reason she couldn't quite name it felt subdued. In truth it had been that way for a while. She ordered an italian soda at the counter then found an empty table and unpacked her laptop. She set out a piece of paper to the left of the computer with a pen waiting. James didn't need to be invited twice. This is pointless, he scrawled across the page. She frowned, ignoring him. So what if she had been trying to figure out what had happened to Adam for almost two weeks. So what if she didn't have a single lead. She wasn't a detective. Finding things took time didn't it. James was tapping a finger now waiting for an answer of some kind, or maybe just trying to annoy her. The argument was days old and both of them had already said everything worth saying. She refused to give up. He thought the whole thing was pointless. But then, he still didn't understand how much information you could find on the internet. Her drink was delivered. Iris checked the common sites for any update first. There were three more reported disappearances just since last night. The situation was getting worse. There was a meeting scheduled for later in the week, she might go to that. No one had replied to any of the notes she had put up in various places. No one had seen him. She widened her search  checking public records of missing persons, travel records, she even went through the online classifieds for the two local papers. The agony columns were normally surprisingly helpful but not today. Last she checked the obituaries, and the morgue records. She had to read each entry slowly, it was the only way to get through them all.
Nothing.
Thank god.
But that meant she was back to square one.
Try it James wrote. It took her a moment to place what he meant. In last nights dream conversation he had voiced several ideas about how she should be going about this search.
"what getting drunk or using dark magic?"  she spoke quietly and without moving her lips so no one would think that she was talking to herself, which in a way she was. James heard the words through her own ears and began to write a reply. People talk when drunk was the first thing he wrote followed closely by locator spell. If it was that easy someone would have figured out what was going on by now. Besides she didn't have the money to hire a spell-caster or buy anyone drinks.
Iris closed her laptop tucking it back into her bag.  She tossed out her empty cup on the bay to the local events board on one wall. There were plenty of notes posted but nothing that might help her search. She moved to the door.
She was barely half a block away when she felt it. A shiver running down her spine and the crackling of electricity in the air. There was something wrong about it, like when James had first taken control only meaner, a thousand times meaner. She spun on her heals, bending her knees and settling her balance automatically. She couldn't see anything, but something had definitely been there. A handful of people rushed out of the armory door. All of them were looking down the block in the same direction Iris was. Her left hand was clenched in a fist and shaking showing that James had felt it to. Iris took a deep breath and walked forward to the edge of the small (too small) group.
"Any idea what that was?" she spoke to the group at large and honestly wasn't surprised that her voice cracked.
The only answer came from a small woman with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She was trembling visibly.
"Dark. Black."
none of us had any response to that.