>>5229722“<span class="mu-i">Yes,</span>” Christy agrees, “<span class="mu-i">Now if only we could get OFFICER HENNIG to follow orders…</span>”
BEA, huh? You can imagine how she’d be tricky to corral. Your back is still sore from the last time she grabbed you!
“<span class="mu-i">Indeed–she cited ‘medical reasons’, but our files are remarkably thin on that subject. Makes things difficult, to say the least.</span>”
You frown–so what, she gets a free pass because she feels ‘<span class="mu-i">sicky-wicky</span>’? Puh-LEEZE! That’s the kind of laziness that’s ruining this country, you know!
“<span class="mu-i">I can’t say much due to privacy concerns,</span>” Crackles the personal assistant’s robotic voice, “<span class="mu-i">But I believe you and her share similar conditions, Stanley.</span>”
Wait, you stammer, nearly dropping the skull to the pavement, she has blackouts too?! A-and she has to get up and go pee, like, five times a night?!
“<span class="mu-i">No.</span>” Replies the mechanized voice. “<span class="mu-i">But I believe whatever it is comes from MAGICAL CONTAMINATION, hence her close proximity to Blacquiere and his associates.</span>” You can almost hear a sigh on the other end of the radio. “<span class="mu-i">In any case, Stanley, please exercise caution–the team should be there shortly, but the roads are still very far from being safe. Take care, now.</span>”
You respond with a friendly ‘<span class="mu-i">cheerio</span>’, but it’s too late–the line’s dead. Speaking of, the line in front of the ice cream shop, or <span class="mu-i">mosh pit</span> in this case, doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter, so instead you bring your trophy from the gallery over to a nearby park bench and set the skull down next to you. So, you begin, crossing one leg over another like your school counselor used to do, does he wanna talk about what happened back there? Things got a little heated, didn’t they?
“... I suppose you’ve earned a question or two.” Jed spits, clearly still peeved about the ice cream joke. “And it will allow me to pick your brain as well… for when my time comes again.”
Hey, if anyone’s gonna be picking brains around here, you retort, it’s you!
… or Denise, since she’s a freakish science nerd. Or Syb–you’ve <span class="mu-i">def</span> woken up at her place a few times with electrodes on your head… In any case, you segue, you’ve got <span class="mu-i">questions</span>, damn it, and he’s gonna answer ‘em!
“Fire away.” Jed replies, “Before your <span class="mu-i">goons</span> arrive, please.”
>CONTD. 