|: 016. Voice/Spam : Happiness Hit Like a Bullet in the Back :|

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     [ Private : Chris D'Amico ]

     ...Do me a favor.  Just shut up and tell me where I am with your item.


     [ Spam : Mindy Macready ]

     [And there's only one thing that combination could mean.  Slevin pretty much hangs up on Chris without another word and moves to track down Mindy before he can chicken out, before he can think of what to say or reasons why he shouldn't.  He has to beat his brain to the punch.  That's the only way.]


     [ Spam : Cassel Sharpe ]

     [This is another one he can't let himself think about.  Not because he won't do it if he does, but because the two of them don't think.  They get along better that way.  Slevin returns from talking to Mindy and doesn't go to his own door, but to Cassel's.  He knocks this time, even though he has the key, and he waits.]


     [ Spam : Chris D'Amico ]

     [The next morning, instead of an assassin sitting at Slevin's typical place for their morning meetings, there is a piece of pie and a baseball card.  The assassin himself is nowhere in sight.

     Someone is enjoying their newly regained anonymity.]



     [ Video : CR ]

     [So, after his former warden basically punks him out, this is an awkward conversation.  He's the most serious many will have seen him without actually being pissed off, and clearly uncomfortable.]

     So.  I know I've been a prick, and I'm still a prick.  I know I should have something profound to say here, but I don't.  Just... thanks.

     I'm going home.