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[It's Monday morning again in Mayfield, and 847 Goldberg Street has a new acting father. Balin Wilbur isn't a heavy sleeper by any stretch of the word-so not long after Mayfield whisks him away, he subconsciously realizes something very wrong has happened.]
[Balin's eyes pop open. He's not in a
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[She sighed, digging a notebook out of her pocket and hands him her own notes, as well as this pamphlet.]
I need to keep both of these as they are the only copies I have, but you're welcome to read them.
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[When Riza offers her notes and the pamphlet, Balin nods and takes them both, glancing them over.]
Ahright. Guess I'll start with the pamphlet first. Uh-you got time to wait on me while I read through this, or should I give 'em back to you later today?
[He's already glancing at the pamphlet.]
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[She checks her watch, frowning.] I have a few minutes for you to read.
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[Thankfully, Balin's a fairly fast reader. As he reads through the pamphlet, his expression changes. At first, he frowns.
[Then narrows his eyes slightly ... and then looks horrified, and angry.]
[Then, he looks surprised. Holding onto the notebook and pamphlet with one hand, he glances to his free hand and performs an odd gesture in the air-almost like he's he's pulling down window blinds. Nothing happens.]
... Holy shit.
[He glances through the list of events, but he looks absolutely furious now.]
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch! I was-you know, just a few hours ago, I was fighting inna war for humanity's right to exist. Now I gotta be a plaything of a few sadistic fuckers in their sitcom of a town?!
[He rubs his eyes with his freehand and sighs.]
Just when you think you've seen everything ... Man, if I ever get outta here, the brass is not gonna believe this story.
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His war sounded remarkably like hers, but she fights the recognition from her eyes and nods.]
I wouldn't believe you, so I assume it's safe to say your superiors wouldn't either.
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[He sighs, handing the pamphlet back to her, then flipping open the notebook to scan through her own notes. He sounds a lot calmer now, although still highly displeased by this whole turn of events.]
I see why you made it a priority to arm yourself, though. I better do the same.
You said you were a Sniper, yeah? Well, I'ma Demolitionist. I got a lot of training in making and setting up explosives, so If you ever need munitions or something, gimme a call.
[He considers mentioning being a Logos Receptive, but it'd probably be best to not hold Riza up any longer than he has already. He hands over the notebook after his scan through.]
Thanks for the briefing, Lieutenant. And uh-sorry for mistaking you for being a Penumbra agent. Something like this, I just wasn't expectin'.
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Demolitionist--it immediately brings up memories of Kimblee, and she shakes her head.] I borrowed a suit and a hat from a neighbor, and the gentleman who worked at the hardware store was none the wiser. It's a risk seeing as the punishment for breaking rules is droning, but it's one worth taking.
[Hawkeye nods slightly.] You're very welcome, Sergeant.
It's perfectly fine, I understand. It's difficult to know who is friend or foe here. I'm lucky I didn't cause more than cursory harm to my "husband" when I first woke up here.
[She's already at the door, and turns back to him.] If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask. Call, come down to the hospital--I'm sure you could feign enough of an injury to warrant a nurse's attention,or you can come by the house. I ( ... )
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[Balin gives Riza a nod as she heads out the door.]
Will do. Catch you later.
[After Riza leaves, Balin goes about looking for a pen and pencil to write down her name and address ...]
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