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[doyousmellfudge]

They're getting ever closer to finding MacPherson. Artie thought they'd had him, back in Istanbul, but it turned out to be a booby trap from which Pete and Myka only narrowly escaped. But now? They've almost got him. Artie can feel it

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[tesla_bot]

"Up keep or planning?"

It has to be one or the other.

[doyousmellfudge]

"Tracking," says Artie without looking up. "So closer to the second one."

[tesla_bot]

"Hmm."

Interesting.

"Time sensitive I'd bet," says Robo, "A lot of this looks like the sort of stuff most people keep at home if they have an option. I only use the extra time here to review grant proposals."

[doyousmellfudge]

"It's either this or I use a flashlight under the covers like a grade-school kid reading dirty magazines--hey! Hey!" Artie swats the robot's hand away from the papers. "Hands to yourself!"

[i_candozat]

There is a young man--most would see him as a boy, fifteen and in running clothes consisting of an Academy tee shirt and track pants--that's watching him and considering the maps.

[doyousmellfudge]

Many of them appear to be quite old. Many are in dead languages. Those two groups don't overlap as much as you'd figure.

"It's rude to read over someone's shoulder," says Artie without looking up.

[i_candozat]

He wasn't particularly expecting to get spotted, and so he looks up sharply when the words interrupt his thought process.

"Oh! I am sorry, sir. Is, how you say, a habit of mine? Ze maps, zey got my attention." His voice is heavily accented in Russian, sounding thick and lyrical despite the small stature of the speaker.

[doyousmellfudge]

It's been a while since Artie heard an accent like that. It brings a painful twinge of nostalgia, which fortunately passes quickly.

"Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah, I can see why they might do that..."