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Some days just don't go terribly well. Moist is having one of them and is happy to find Milliways on the other side of the door

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[thats_not_data]

When Lore returns to the bar proper after a day or so, Data is gone. He's still wearing the Starfleet uniform, and he saunters over to the chairs by the fire-- they're easier to lounge in.

He sees Moist nearby. "You again," he says, as if it's a proper substitute for "Hello." But he seems to be in a good mood.

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Moist now has a whiskey and his leg is resting on an ottoman,

"Me again, I met your brother, he thinks you're in pieces."

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Lore's smile abruptly disappears.

"Data?" He sits up. "Where did you see Data?"

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"Here, I'd met him before. I was just able to find out some information for you,"

He even found out some useful information for Lore.

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Lore takes in a breath, looking rather furious for a moment. It seems like it's taking a lot of energy to contain himself.

"You could have mentioned that earlier," he hisses. He exhales then, calming down a bit. "What sort of information?"

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"We only talked briefly, I didn't make the connection until I saw him again. Just that you have been disassembled and he believes you destroyed."

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Lore exhales again. "So I am 'dead.'"

An entirely wicked thought occurs to him. "I wonder what would happen if I was in pieces there, and he was in pieces here," he muses. "Are there any weapons in this place?"

Because that would definitely be worth spending some time in the cells.

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Moist raises an eyebrow,

"There's a forge and I know an Assassin that could be hired."

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Lore thinks.

"There's nothing in a forge I could make that would damage Data sufficiently," he says. "But help from an assassin might be worth looking into..."

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"His name's Urquhart, he's taller and broader than me with long blond hair. I"m sure he'd be glad to take the job. Just let him know I sent you."

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"I will," Lore replies.

"So, tell me, is Data still around or did he go back to his precious Enterprise?"

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"Oh, he left, but I'm sure he'll return."

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"How often does he come here?"

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"I'm not sure. I've only met him twice."

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Lore glances around the bar, briefly wondering how many other people here Data has talked to. Knowing his brother, he's probably been socializing quite a bit.

He wonders if there's some way he could use that to his advantage...

After thinking in silence for a few moments, he turns back to Moist, suddenly. "Is there some reason in particular you've decided to help me?" The information Moist has provided could be extremely useful, after all.

Lore only asks because anyone who's known both him and Data has always chosen to side with Data.

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Moist shrugs and takes another drink, he's just curious, Data and Lore are fascinating,

"Not really."