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[natty_boy]

... Mum? Dad?

Bloody fucking hell, where is my family?

If the damned government has done anything to hurt them, they'll have me to answer to. Christ, I should've been more careful. Clearly they tracked my actions to them, and if...

Clara, if I may speak to you for a moment.

I think we've got a situation here.

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[kittyjones]

You're terrible at the undercover work, you realise that? Keep quiet about the bloody government.

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[natty_boy]

Which is why I stay bloody well out of the field most times! And how was I to know this damned thing would broadcast?

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[kittyjones]

Yes, you stay all nice and cosy behind-the-scenes, I know. Look, Nat-- wait, what should I be calling you again?

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[natty_boy]

Last I checked, it was James, KitKat.

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[kittyjones]

Shut. Up. Neither the time, nor the place.

We need to get out of here, James.

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[natty_boy]

And where is here, exactly, Miss Bell, hmm? Certainly not London, by the looks of things. Been there all my life and I'm quite sure we didn't have a fountain nor carousel in the middle of the bloody place.