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[velocette]

[He's outside the pub, smoking, and if he was a laugher (he's not) he'd be laughing.]

Well that's a mysterious, private party. Who's in the pub?

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[velocette]

How far from the old beaten path is he? Something like this isn't going to turn him back into an assassin, is it?

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[megamind]

He's pretty new-- I wouldn't guess that he's anywhere off the beaten path, all things considered. Chris has told me only so much though.

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[velocette]

Anything specific you can share will give me an edge in dealing with whatever Two-Face is doing.

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[megamind]

I -- wish I knew. I just know Chris got really upset over Slevin, and Slevin's-- I wish I knew more.

[ The whole situation makes him feel dumb and helpless. ]

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[velocette]

You find out, think about letting me know? The more angles of this I can see, the better off everyone'll be.

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[megamind]

Certainly. You could talk to Chris, though. About Slevin. He'll know more. And he's worried. It might-- help him out?

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[velocette]

...Okay. I'll try. [Brash people like Chris don't tend to like the more mellow, zen methods that the Motorcycle Boy leans on.]