THIRTY-SIX : All hail the leaders of the revolution

[wristsniper]

[She's taken stock of new dronings. She's counted her losses. She's almost ready to post the tournament bracket. She's met with Prussia and Fritz, and now... Now there's only one thing left to do. She shuffles away the folder marked "Westport", and begins to make the call.]

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[hop_toit_udonge]

Well I suppose there's hardly anyone else here to head that particular division...

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[wristsniper]

I won't even pretend that I don't need you for this.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

... Beyond the fact that she would want me to help you... I want to help you. You can count on me, Major General.

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[wristsniper]

Thank you... Doctor.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

You're welcome, my friend.

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[wristsniper]

[HURK.

Coughing fit.]

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[hop_toit_udonge]

Oh? Do you need me to come see you?

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[wristsniper]

No! No, I'm fine. You caught me off guard.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

Is that so~?

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[wristsniper]

...You have a cruel streak, Doctor.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

I can hardly argue against that.

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[wristsniper]

[LONG DAMN PAUSE.]

...Are you feeling any better?

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[hop_toit_udonge]

... Considerably. Thank you.

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[wristsniper]

Then I'd like to see you.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

I'll put on some tea, then.

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[wristsniper]

...I can't leave here until later. I'm still seeing potentials.

Is that acceptable?