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[sowhipped]

[marching through the forests of camp is a really long line of mafiaponies. They are ambling along in single file line and, at the head of the line, they pass one by one through the barrier.

A mafiaboss stands near the barrier, patiently watching them.]

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[asthecrow_flies]

. . . Dino?

[sowhipped]

Hey Ikki.

[asthecrow_flies]

Hey . . . what're you doing?

[sowhipped]

Making sure no one gets left behind.

[asthecrow_flies]

Left beh--

. . . you're leaving.

[sowhipped]

Yeah.

[asthecrow_flies]

. . . where do you live in Italy?

[sowhipped]

Don't worry about that. Just use those tickets I gave you and I'll be there to pick you up at the airport when you arrive.

[digging something out of his pocket]

[asthecrow_flies]

-- what, seriously? How will you know when I get there?

[sowhipped]

Those tickets are with an airline I work with. I'll know.

[asthecrow_flies]

Heeeh . . . I didn't think of that.

[sowhipped]

It's not supposed to be common knowledge.

[pulling out a small notepad, handing it over to Ikki]

Here.

[asthecrow_flies]

Well yeah, I figured that.

[takes it] What's this?

[sowhipped]

A couple of phone numbers and addresses. One of my private lines, the home number for the Cavallone estate, and a few of the places I've got rented in Japan if you ever need places to stay for a few nights.

[asthecrow_flies]

[blinks and looks at the notebook, then back at Dino]

. . . thanks.

[sowhipped]

No problem. I wanted to make sure you could reach somehow when you get back.