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Dec 19, 2006 00:42

The closet door at a security testing firm in San Francisco bangs open; Carl Arbegast looks up. "Whistler?"

"Carl. Thank God. Listen, I have a question-"

"Whistler, where's Suzi? I thought she was coming back with you this time."

Whistler shakes his head. "Long story. Question for you, Carl. Have they called yet? Looking for a reference?"

Carl blinks a few times. "I- what, the Humane Society? Yeah, they called."

Whistler nods tensely. "What'd they say? Did they sound happy?"

"They said your references were okay," Carl says slowly, "and that you or Suzi could come down there any time."

"Okay. Good. Is Bish in?"

"No, he and the others went to scope out a possible new job," says Carl. "They left me to mind the store. Whistler, what's going on?"

"I'll explain on the way."

"The way to where?"

"The animal shelter. Get the keys, Carl. Now."

The business at the shelter proper takes some time, but it gets done. By the time Marty Bishop reaches the top of the stairs to the office, the door to the supply closet is closing behind Whistler.

In Milliways, there's a knock on the door of the room nearest the stairs.
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