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He gives a shrewd squint.
With a slow hand, you tap your briefcase. "Everything inside."
The Counter gives it a deft kick, resulting in a heavy thud. He nods.
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That easy, huh?
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It's true. The only reason he could possibly be here, you think, is for someone else's sake.
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"Well... I'm not so sure, laddie... He called me on the rotary, y'see, and said little."
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"Well - heh." You stop yourself. It'll probably cause problems if you told him
your dad's dead as a doornail. "Um, tiny vines crept outta the receiver?"
He pauses to think. "Hmm... alright, follow me."