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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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Early morning 165 before lockdown ends; @LELRIC; text

[armoured]

[After contacting Alfie, Al has one other person he promised to let know about Joker. It's a risk, but he's putting his trust in Rhys not to betray that.]

Keep to text.

It's Al, we've caught him.

[And because it's been weighing on him.]

Rhys, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Fiona before the obituaries, I had no idea you were friends.

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is buzzing with fear, regret. Purpose. It's a very weird emotional cocktail. He's light, airy. Nothing feels real. ]

That's not helping anything. The. The sorrying over not knowing. You didn't do anything wrong, Al.

Can you give me a more exact location?

[armoured]

[Try telling that to Alfie, he's mad as hell at Al for not contacting him sooner.]

We're at the post office tonight, I don't know where we're moving from here.

[headjacked]

Away from downtown? Further into it? Do you have a general idea?

[armoured]

I don't know, I'm sorry. I think we're going to discuss it now just before the doors open, I'll call you back when I know for sure.