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A sturdy man, middle aged, strides down a gravel path in the gardens, eyes more on the open folder he’s carrying than on his surroundings.

He’s complaining to himself.

Loudly.

“Of all the political bullshit,” he says furiously, “I will not undercut - impossible, self centered, short sighted - Why can’t I have one week

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"Bullshit. What is bullshit?" Jackrabbit asked, coming up behind him and touching the Kenner on his wrist, bringing it to his ear.

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"Who the hell are you?" Yanni demands, eyebrows going up. Jackrabbit's gesture is almost familiar, almost like a pilot's behavior, but not quite right.

[cat_inthe_sun]

"Jackrabbit. Bullshit, no equivalent translation, what is bullshit?"

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All right...

"'Nonsense'," Yanni says still sharp, "Who're you with?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

"With?" he thought about that. with. Thats what they said when they meant pillowfriends, correct? "Mad Sweeney. I am with Mad Sweeney."

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...

....It has to be admitted that on the list of people who might somehow manage to abduct the director of Reseune from Reseune itself, that name has never come up.

Yanni pauses. "Shit," he says finally, "You don't know anything about it, do you, kid?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

"About it? About what? Bullshit?"

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"No," Yanni says, almost amused, "About here - " and his voice starts rising again, "And the fact that I am damn well not where I am supposed to be, and I can think of a hell of a lot of people who wouldn't be at all upset to see that happen!"

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"Here? Here is the mansion." he shrugged.

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"Which is not Reseune," Yanni points out snappishly, "And I'm guessing you don't know who engineered that."

[cat_inthe_sun]

"...No. I dont..."

[fixyourproblem]

"Exactly," Yanni says, as his voice wanders down to a normal volume again, "What's your name, kid?"