Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

I finished telling Greyghost and Cruickshank about the Professionals, and Surefire, and the Defense Posse, and T, and Fountain.

"I agree that Fountain's behavior isn't consistent with someone working for Underhand," Greyghost said. "Underhand has no inhuman abilities, and if Fountain truly believes that humans aren't part of the future..."

"I wonder if we can use this," Cruickshank said.

"Meanwhile, Tinliz has been able to apprehend Scari in Chicago, so that's one fewer of Underhand's people we have to bring in. And it's preferable that as many of them as possible be incarcerated outside Empire City, because the risk of their being freed through corruption is lessened."

"I want you two to look at some pictures," Cruickshank said, putting his briefcase on the desk. "We've had this guy Jonas, Underhand's main lawyer, under surveillance for a long time. But he's slippery, and it's tough to get any good information out of watching him." He pulled an envelope out of the briefcase. "With all the pressure we've been putting on their organization recently, he's been very busy, and yesterday one of our men got these pictures of him meeting with another guy. I would like very much to know who he is." He planked some photographs down on the desk.

They showed two men sitting in some kind of skanky bar, talking intently. One of them was thin, middle-aged, grey-haired. The other was younger and dark-haired.

"That's Jonas," Cruickshank said, pointing at the older guy. "Memorize the other one's face. If you see it anywhere, if you see him in the files anywhere, I want to know about it."

"Easy," I said. "I know that guy."

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