[ doyle and kalinda; ]

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[ There are benefits to searching through the neighbourhoods that got bombed out before the government realized that bombing had minimal affect on the sheer mass of zombies. A lot of people left things behind. Fewer people have been back to pick over what was left. And the lines of sight are better

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[ Doyle is out front, the car pulled akimbo on the lawn, its tires having dug deep trenches in yesterday's mud and last month's grass. He'd told her to wait but, of course, she hadn't listened, so when he shuts the boot and finds her already inside the house, he doesn't hesitate to place his hand over hers, pulling the gun down and out of her line of sight.

With his other hand he offers a metal bat instead. The end of it is dented slightly and pock marked, the tiny imperfections stained with something that looks like rust, only Kalinda knows better. ]

Oi. Not lookin' t'give the whole fuckin' neighborhood a wake-up call, Kalinda. Keep it in your christin' pants 'til we're knee deep in th'dodgy fucks.

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[ Kalinda snorts and tucks the gun away with an exaggerated amount of care and a raised eyebrow, like she's looking for his approval, though she isn't, obviously. She takes the bat from him next, turns it around a few times, and then brings it up to rest casually against her shoulder. ]

You worry too much.

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Fah. [ Doyle turns his head to one side and spits onto the carpet of the front hall. His own gun is shoved down the back of his belt, a machete (not kept nearly as tidy as Kalinda's bat) hanging loosely from his free hand. He twists it about and nudges her side with the blunt end of the grip before pushing past her, further into the house. ]

An' I'm gonna keep worryin' so long as it's my fuckin' balls and those Jesus-wept tits a'yours on the fuckin' line, aye? Last pair in th'whole sod-off world, far as I can tell. I ain't plannin' on losin' 'em to a bunch of half-chewed cunts without a dick left between 'em.

So sit tight.

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[ Kalinda rolls her eyes at Doyle's back but doesn't say anything. It's not the first time his thing for macho posing has reared its head, and it won't be the last, and Kalinda can live with that because, most of the time, it works to her advantage more than it gets on her nerves.

She lets the bat slide off her shoulder to her side and starts poking around through the collapsed bits of furniture and debris. ]

You sure know how to sweet talk a girl. "Your breasts are nice. Don't move." Has that line ever worked for you?