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Myka: Are we sure about this?
Reese: No, but everyone else is safe at the third location, and this is the
best chance we have to getting our jobs back. I want to work with Director
Washington, but we have to make sure that we can trust her.
Myka: Anaïs doesn’t think she’s a mole.
Reese: Even if she isn’t, she may lock us all up just because we ran. This
is the best test I can come up with. Well...Anaïs came up with it, but I
approved it, so the responsibility falls upon my shoulders. Of course, she
could pass with flying colors, and then screw us over later, so maybe none
of this matters.
Leonard: Today cannot be understood before tomorrow becomes yesterday.
Myka: Did you come up with that?
Leonard: It’s from a poet from my world.
Myka: *sighing after a pause* Why didn’t we give the Director the third
location, and keep everyone safe here. Isn’t Micro upset about this place
possibly being burned.
Micro: *walking up* This is a great lair. She’ll believe it’s where we’ve
been hiding, because we have. I don’t mind it being burned. I have more
copies of this in other universes. Don’t you worry your pretty little self
about me.
Reese: You don’t have to be here, though. You can hide with the others.
Micro: Like she’d believe you could do any of this without me. *starts to
step away*
Reese: Hey, wait. How are your sensors? Are you detecting any strike team?
Micro: A-okay, boss. We’re clear. Balls to the wall. Once more, unto the
breach. That’s poetry from my world. [...] She’s here, doe.
*after a few moments, the door opens, and Director Washington comes in
alone*
Reese: *clearing his throat* Madam Director, you found it.
Director Washington: It wasn’t that hard. I didn’t start out in an office,
you know.
Reese: Of course, sir. Thank you for coming. Juice? Tea? Pastries?
Washington: Is this Sunday brunch, or did you wanna discuss business?
Reese: I want us to come back together.
Washington: That’s what I want too, Subdirector Parsons. You’re the ones who
left. *looking around* Where is everyone else anyway?
Reese: Valentine Duval is working security. Everyone else is
presently...out.
Washington: *thinking about it* This was a test. You only gave me your
location to see what I would do with this information? You thought I might
attack?
Micro: *coming back into the main area* Yeah, you came alone. What’s with
that? Don’t you have your own bodyguards?
Washington: Like I was just saying, I was not always an administrator. I can
look after myself. Now. Subdirector Parsons—
Reese: Am I still a subdirector? Am I anything to the government but a
fugitive?
Washington: Yes, Subdirector Parsons. I know that we are in the midst of
corruption issues, and I know that you are not one of these corrupted
people. I would be glad to discuss reintegration, but first...you must tell
me where the others are.
Micro: No, first...pancakes.
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