Thirty Five

[agent_maine]

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[cricketycricket]

[well, now. there's a voice he hasn't heard used coherently in quite some time. Five doesn't know what the deal is, but wherever the Freelancer is, it's relevant to his interests, because, well, YORK. he looks up from the puzzle he's working on in the game room and tugs his journal a bit closer, mustering up his most unassuming, calm tone]

Yes, Maine?

[agent_maine]

[Fortunately, York is safe for the moment. Not only is Maine off his Loss and still sane, he's also chained in place, which the Doctor might hear as Maine shifts in place.]

Bored.

[cricketycricket]

[and Five figures he reappeared in his cell - or if he didn't - well, that needs tending to as well. so, to cover his bases:]

Where are you, then? I might be able to fix that.

[agent_maine]

Clinic.

[And not likely to go anywhere anytime soon.]