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“The soldiers there can keep him in line.  I’ll keep him away from Senegal and Brooks.  Minor, Pritt and Jaw could watch him and instill some discipline in him, and they’re uniquely equipped to track him down if he tries to slip away.

Okay, that’s fair.

I’d keep him out of trouble, and have him gather information and act as a pair of eyes on the street.  He’ll hate it at first, with the soldiers giving him a hard time, on top of the missing hand, but I think he’ll take to it once he’s actually doing something concrete.  What kid doesn’t want to be a secret agent?”

Bryce, wearing sunglasses: “Mesa. Bryce Mesa. Lemon Coke Zero, shaken, not stirred.”

Cashier: “…you want me to shake this soda bottle for you, kid? Are you sure–”

Bryce: “It’s okay. I’ve got a license to spill.”

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I sent Tattletale a text:

Frog A.  Got Coil’s people to pick us up.  Brian is getting help.  Dogs are mostly ok.  Text me back.

Um.

What’s the point of using the code if you’re gonna drop critical information like Brian’s civilian name and that you’re working for Coil in the same text? If Purity had confiscated Tattle’s phone, for whatever reason, she’d know those things now. At least one of which is highly interesting to the Empire and might get Purity to target the Undersiders again once Kaiser tells her who was really behind the e-mail.

…either way, I wonder what she’ll think when Hookwolf mentions there being someone with the Undersiders who he suspected to be a Coildier.

We pulled in behind the doctor’s office, and Tattletale still hadn’t replied.  I was surprised that the ambulance with Bitch, Regent and the dogs hadn’t come with us.

Hm, okay. Well, Alec didn’t come along in 4.11.

The doctor was a cranky old guy that Coil’s medic referred to as Dr. Q.

Hello, John Cleese.

He was a thin-lipped man, about my height, which made him fairly small.  His hair was either recently cut or he got it cut regularly, was slicked close to his scalp, and seemed too dark given how old his face and hands were.

Except for the hair color and height, the description kinda fits.

He took over for the medics as they carted Grue in, and they left with a nod to me.  I nodded back, unsure of how else to respond.

Yeah, what else can you really do? Hehe.