Hal Carson doesn't get as many phone calls these days. Not as many that are related to what he considers his real vocation, anyhow.
Politics.
When he got a phone call from Senator Fred Atwood late last night, therefore, he acted as fast as he could, doing the only thing he knew to do (and it doesn't count as a betrayal; Rosse wouldn't mind seeing Tam gone, either, so it's all right), which was to make contact and set up a personal appointment for the relaying of extremely sensitive information.
Extremely valuable information, too.
The meeting is over, though, and Carson flips up the collar on his coat as he turns down the alley -- best not to be seen.
What Atwood said to his former colleague Carson: Certain parties might be interested in seeing you stage a return to your former office. If you know of anyone who could help clear your way, I trust you'll pass on the information.
"Are you?" Raguel says, enthralled. It looks rather like his greatest dream has come true. Greatest in the last five minutes, anyway, as his attention span is short and no one's fallen through the window tonight.
"Nothing quite like a good fistfight. But you can use weapons if you want," he adds generously. And then, out of nowhere:
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Politics.
When he got a phone call from Senator Fred Atwood late last night, therefore, he acted as fast as he could, doing the only thing he knew to do (and it doesn't count as a betrayal; Rosse wouldn't mind seeing Tam gone, either, so it's all right), which was to make contact and set up a personal appointment for the relaying of extremely sensitive information.
Extremely valuable information, too.
The meeting is over, though, and Carson flips up the collar on his coat as he turns down the alley -- best not to be seen.
(He has no idea that he resembles a bad cliché.)
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"You know, everybody's got Tam on the brain these days," Raguel muses, stepping out into view.
"Tam, Tam. Tam-tam. Like a gong. Wakes you up, get it?"
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"No," Carson says. Blusters. "I'm armed. I'm warning you -- I'm armed."
Blusters; bluffs, too.
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"Nothing quite like a good fistfight. But you can use weapons if you want," he adds generously. And then, out of nowhere:
"You've been talking to Nicolas."
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