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Star:Pfft. I will kick your ass if they uncover your feelers.

Conor:That would bring you to my apartment lol. I think I wouldn’t be too unhappy about that.

Star:Don’t even joke about this.

Conor:I won’t, I won’t. Sorry.

Star:Never mind. **sighs**

Conor:Are the United Brotherhood allies with the Sparrows?

Star:Bear didn’t seem to think so but I’m not sure. I haven’t figured out who his source is yet, who was helping him with some of the IT shit.

Star:If they’re not trustworthy, then all his intel could be BS. Plus, not everything he pinned on his wall of death was correct.

Conor:Like?

Star:He believed the president was a Sparrow. Their commander-in-chief. We know that was Justin DeLaCroix. The chief justice.

Conor:That’s disappointing that not everything is accurate.

Star:Tell me about it. I almost cried when I saw that. So I have to be careful with what I read. I can’t just accept it as fact.

Conor:Probably for the best. Though it would speed things up if you could.

Conor:I think you need a break.

Star:Probably.

Conor:Feel like playingHalonow?

Star:Why not? Not getting anything else done. FML.

Conor:We’ll get there, Star. I promise.

Star:Thanks, Con. <3

Conor::)

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CONOR

PRESENT DAY

Forty-eight hours later,after I staggered out of the car, I hovered in place on the sidewalk as it immediately took off.

Denny was back on the door and he called out, “You okay there, Mr. O’Donnelly, sir?”

I squinted at him. “Thanks, Denny. Could you get me a cab?”

His smile was hesitant. “Sure thing, sir.”

I cringed at the title.

“It’s Conor. Remember?” I mumbled. “Sorry about the other night.”

“That’s fine, Mr. Conor. Did you watch the game yesterday?”

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