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[lastrat]

[No video, this time, because he's still fucking angry. He can control the edge in his voice just barely - he can't control the glower. And he has yet to clean up his shattered Item, the second time he's broken it against a wall of his flat.

When he clicks on the audio, he sounds angry, but you might believe that he's managing it just fine. Might.]

Ellie's vanished.

[And that's all. He's not one for elaboration.]

[Private to Natasha]

Busy?

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[halftheman]

In law, in crime, whichever.

You did strike me as the joyless type.

[lastrat]

I found my joy elsewhere.

[halftheman]

If you say so, sport. If you say so.

[lastrat]

[He rolls his eyes at the 'sport.'] When you realize we're in the same decade, let me know.

[halftheman]

We might be of an age, Bond, but you'll never be our equal.

[lastrat]

On that we can agree. While you're busy picking off lawyers or robbing civilians, I kill terrorists.

We don't even play the same game, let alone on the same field.

[halftheman]

If that's what you think we do, you're a bigger fool than I thought.

You're a weapon. No thought or will of your own.

I'm a man. I wield men like you.

[lastrat]

[He doesn't laugh, really, but the exhalation is an impression of one.]

I'm sure you believe that, too.

[halftheman]

Don't need to believe it. It's fact. You're a tool.

It's why Ellie's gone; you don't know how to work with other people because you're not much of a person.

[lastrat]

Good lord, your right. Excuse me, I think I'm about to have an existential crisis.

[The sarcasm leaves his voice light and airy, all fake politesse right up until he hangs up.]