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[fixyourproblem]

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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[tends_to_panic]

And here Justin had just begun to relax in his new surroundings. Granted, there are people he'd less like to run into, but then there are also worse fates than being savaged by a bear.

On the other hand, at least Yanni isn't shouting at him. Yet. So it is possible to say, more or less composedly, "There you are. I kind of figured it was only a matter of time."

[fixyourproblem]

"What do you mean, only a matter of time?" Yanni says, glowering, "How the hell did you figure that? When the hell did you figure that?"

[tends_to_panic]

"Sometime between finding Ari and Grant here ahead of me, and figuring out that most people who have company here have a lot of it. And no, I still don't know why. Nice to see you, too, by the way." Hands in the pockets, head up; not that he's fooling anybody, but there's no need to leave himself wide open.

[fixyourproblem]

"Ahead of you?" Yanni says, "How'd they manage that?"

[tends_to_panic]

"Don't know that, either. A lot doesn't make sense."

[fixyourproblem]

Yanni looks sidelong at him. "No shit."

[tends_to_panic]

He shrugs slightly, as if it doesn't sting. "Ari has theories. I just have observations."