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[yourunichase]

[Private to Parker]
Where the fuck are you?

[Private to Kay]
I need a list of what's missing from your safe. I want to make sure she didn't keep anything after her little trip.

[Private to Paddy]
You're going to be down two people for dinner. Sorry about it.

...Tomorrow too.

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Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

Ohhhh. Right. Um.

[Parker thought back, trying to remember the date O'Brien had first contacted her. As far as she was concerned, if you hurt kids, you pretty much lost client-thief confidentiality, so she didn't mind telling Miss Parker.]

He talked to me about it on the 22nd last month.

Spam!

[yourunichase]

When he talked to you about it, what did you think? Did he just hire you? Did you like the challenge of it?

Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

It was, yeah, it was a challenge.

Spam!

[yourunichase]

If any fucking asshole aboard had approached you with it, would you have done it?

Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

It might depend a little, but probably I would've taken the job.

Spam!

[yourunichase]

What happened to fucking working for the little guy?

Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

Where's the little guy here?

Spam!

[yourunichase]

The little guy is not a fucking person like god damn O'Brien who's sole purpose in life is to fuck up people.

Would you have taken the job if someone wanted you to steal a gun or a knife or a bomb?

Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

[Parker shrugged.] It'd depend, I guess.

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[yourunichase]

On what? [She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. Why did it need to be today?]