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[walking_napalm]

It’s been, Liz Sherman reflects, a long night. Hunting a potential kelpie through rainy alleys in Queens was not how she wanted to spend her time between the hours of 11 P.M. and 5 A.M. Particularly when there was no sign of the damn thing

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[bprd_agent_red]

It's one of those rare occasions when Red isn't grounded and wasn't called in on a mission so he's roaming the halls freely.

Freely, and bored.

Nothing on TV. He's not in the mood for lifting or eating. No missions for him to go on. No one else around to hang out with. What else is there to do?

Not realizing Liz and her team have returned he walks down the hallway, head bent and sighs.

"I need'ta get out of here."

[walking_napalm]

One side of Liz's mouth curves, just a little bit. She rounds the corner -- and finds, just as expected, a particularly restless-looking Red heading toward her. "Nothing good on TV, Red?" she says.

[bprd_agent_red]

Lifting his head his mood improves immediately.

"Liz! You're back. How'd the thing go? Any action?"

[walking_napalm]

"Nope," she says, stopping in front of him. "Not a thing. Just a night full of dumpsters and mysterious fishy smells." She smiles with a wry face. "You know. The usual."

She's well within his space, looking up at him.

"What'd you do?"