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Mamet doesn't know why he hasn't given Banky the desk yet. He was so eager to start it he probably drove Duck nuts, but it's been done, tucked away and hidden. Mamet thinks maybe he's been waiting for the right moment, but he isn't sure what sort of moment that is. So finally today he's had enough. Banky can't use the desk if he doesn't fucking have it, so Mamet lugs it into the Compound's lab, 'cause there's less people around than in the rec room. He wipes his palms on his jeans, feeling so anxious his hands are clammy.
Now it's just a matter of finding Banky. Mamet tries the most obvious place first, his bedroom.
Now it's just a matter of finding Banky. Mamet tries the most obvious place first, his bedroom.