Malefactor

[Harry Dresden]

A Prime? This little kid? That surprised Harry; she didn't look like much. Then again, she had one hell of an uppercut, at least. He felt the drain that continued Soulfire use had on his hand, that feeling of pins-and-needles that would soon rob the appendage of most sensation, and he shook his head. "I can't keep the spell going for very long. It uses a bit of my spirit as fuel, I have to be careful with it." He walked over to the downed orgosynth host and released the magic, swinging the staff like a golf club and catching the man in the groin. Cheap? Yes. Effective? Definitely. The downed half-zombie let out a high-pitched whine as a small, red organism leapt free of his soon-to-be-unconscious form, and Harry watched the little red blob squirm into a crack in the sidewalk and vanish.

The immediate threat gone, Harry turned to face Vivio. "That's just a person. There are a bunch of people being possessed by those little red things. Orgosynths, they're called. There's a bunch of bounty hunters looking for the main Orgosynth so they can try to use it. I'm looking for one of those people, using the thing as bait and trying to keep the little ones," he gestured to the unconscious man on the sidewalk, "from hurting anyone." He didn't move to go back to his hunt; Prime or not, he wasn;t leaving Vivio alone in the middle of Tier 7, especially with the elevator out of commission. He felt kind of bad about that one. Remembering what Nick always told him to do with lost kids, he knelt down onto her level, smiling slightly. "But enough about all that. What does your mama look like, and where did you see her last? I'm really good at finding people, maybe I can help you find her."