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Nathan walked into the bar, briefly surprised. He half turned back to make sure he wasn't followed or seen. He then carefully slipped in, and seemed grateful when the door shut without a sound. Linderman had told him to meet him in the archives in a half hour, and he had left the kitchen moments ago. He headed over to the bar, and wearily sat down. A drink appeared before him a few seconds later.
"Thanks," he quietly said.
"Thanks," he quietly said.