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As she turned to look at me, I got more of a glimpse of her features, but I didn’t recognize them. I did, however, see that she’d held out her hand for me to shake.

When I reached out, she murmured, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. O’Donnelly.”

“The pleasure’s mine, Agent…?”

“Black.”

“Agent Black,” I repeated. “And where are we heading if it isn’t some innocuous building the NSA has set up for me tonight?”

More of that odd humor laced her words as she drawled, “Langley.”

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Conor:Can I ask you a question?

Star:Depends.

Conor:On?

Star:Whether I want to answer it.

Conor:Helpful.

Star:You know I endeavor to be helpful at all times, Conor.

Conor:Guess what I just saw!

Star:What?

Conor:A pig flying over the Empire State Building.

Star:Are you saying I’m a liar??(?*´?`)?*?``

Conor:I’m saying you’re liberal with the truth. And you’re no angel if that’s what that emoji is supposed to be.

Star:I’m a star. I exist in the heavens.

Conor:Oh, look. Hell just froze over too.

Star:You’d know seeing as you live in Hell’s Kitchen. What’s it like being next door to the devil?

Conor:Surprisingly humid.

Star:Figured it would be hot.

Conor:More sticky.

Star::P Hit me with the question.

Conor:What happened in Afghanistan?

Star:There was a war.

Conor:Sigh. I mean with you.

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