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This is John Casey. Make it snappy.

Tell me you're kidding.

What?

If the fight crew lost you we'd be screwed over big time.

I just do what needs to be done.

Regardless, you're a hostage risk. I do this for a living, remember.

[ Cause he is so helpful with those details. Not. ]

Well, that's going to help me sleep at night.

I hope not.

That was sarcasm.

[ It's not like she gets sleep when she hasn't exhausted herself anyway. Hell she probably ends up napping after they box. ]

Good to know.

Ask me nicely and I'll tranq you some day. You'll get a proper four hours out of it.

I get four hours.

[ Sometimes. Why are you being so defensive about it then, Carolyn? ]

Ha.

Any more doesn't actually help anyway.

[ Because that's when the nightmares come. ]

You'd like M-99. It's like a tasty mix of psychotropic drugs with sleeping pills. You dance off into a fairyland of sparkly lights and woozy cheerfulness.

Trust me, try it some time.

You're a strange man, John Casey. Skilled, but... weird.

You don't even know the half of it.

About which?

[ Pause. ]

I found out who G.I. Jane is.

About everything.

That right? So now do you believe me that people can be fictional? I mean how else do you explain that?

That's not helpful.

It was a comparison. It's not like I was confused for her.

Edited 2012-11-27 04:41 (UTC)

She's just as likely to show up as anyone else. Badass chick like that--you could invite her to join us.

Think you could handle it?

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