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Has anyone heard from Primus?
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Patriot Warrior
Give the guy a break! It hasn’t been that long!
Space Monkey 2497
Fuck! Maybe they’ve got him. He said this would happen. What the Hell do we do now?
Frodo 14
Has anyone noticed that FLOTUS does not age? It’s worse than you think. I’ve seen pictures from the Civil War and she’s in them. How do you think she does that? Is it connected to the Frankenstein Project? Is this what Primus was about to tell us, when he disappeared?
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Patriot Warrior
How do we know he’s disappeared when we have no idea who the fuck he was!
Space Monkey 2497
That’s the definition of disappear you moron.
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Frodo 14
No, it isn’t. You have to appear before you can disappear!
Space Monkey 2497
Theo woke to the gritty-eyed feeling of too little sleep. After she suffered a couple of screaming nightmares, Gus had made room for her in his bed. But even safely beside Gus, she’d lain awake for most of the night, weeping silently so as not to wake him. The darkness brought back that moment when she first realized that she’d slipped in Dan’s blood, the clawing wetness of his severed throat under her hand, the stillness of him, the smell of blood…and that cat. God, the cat! Crouched on Dan’s body like some malevolent sprite, a yellow-eyed portent of doom. In her dreams Dan ravished her, then bled out as they were kissing; Gus held the knife and skinned the cat, and she was trapped in blood and fear and guilt. And now in the light of day, without the cloak of darkness, it was worse.
She could hear Gus in the kitchen, talking on the phone as the kettle boiled.
The floorboards were cold underfoot, and so she went back to her own room to find socks before she joined him downstairs. Gus was making pancakes, while explaining that he wouldn’t be in the office until that afternoon. “Sorry, David, no potential clients…unless they find the bloke who did it. He’ll need a defense attorney, I suppose.” He grimaced as he spied Theo in the doorway.
She smiled to let him know it was all right. Gus hadn’t known Dan Murdoch. She couldn’t expect him to grieve. She was pretty sure he was joking, that he wouldn’t consider defending Dan’s murderer.
Hanging up, Gus pocketed his phone and flipped two pancakes onto a plate.
“Hungry?” he asked, dropping it onto the table before her.
Theo wasn’t, but he had made her pancakes, so she nodded.
“I could only take the morning off.” Gus set down his own plate and handed a pancake to Horse. “Will you be okay on your own this afternoon?”
“Yes, of course.”
He spread butter over his pancake and reached for the maple syrup. “What do you plan to do…after we drop into the station, I mean?”
Theo shrugged. “I’ll work, I guess.”
“You’re going back to—”
“I think I should.”
