[Locked to Aaron Islington]

[sinsofskin]

Aaron, I may have to borrow one of your assassins for a moment. Someone with absolutely nothing better to do.

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[phonecall again, because Arlin is dumb]

[kineticmachine]

Most of us have nothing better to do, currently. What's the situation?

[oh, how quaint some of her colleagues are]

[sinsofskin]

One of the boys pulled a runner after a medical exam picked up some unpleasant truths. More the sort to find himself in a homeless shelter than to hop a plane to Calcutta, honestly, and I'd prefer him back functional, but I like my asses and assets where I can see them.

[kineticmachine]

Functional. Right. So I'm supposed to troll the shelters looking for any old kid?

I'll send someone over for more information.

[sinsofskin]

Like I said, honey - nothing better to do.

It's gofer work, but my secretaries aren't trained in manhunting.