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[ You have fallen onto a noisy street. After all the cold, the silence, the cacophony of city sounds blankets your ears muffles that feeling of abandonment. The street is dirty, and neon all around you advertises: Gambling! Fight pits! Come get your money's worth, restaurants, bars. They demand attention, and you could walk into any one of them.

Or, you might notice the alley ways before you enter. On the ground there's bodies: chalk outlines around those twisted at strange angles. Like crime scene photos, but you know how you got here. And if you look at the bodies too long, you can see the echo: shadows that are pale rather than darker, of missing wings upon their back.

The crowds on the street take no notice of you, or those bodies. ]

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[blink a little at Silver when he says 'get us back to where we belong' and

frowns, going quiet, doesn't say anything, though he watches the cards pensively]

Oi, oi. What're you just kissing up to this guy for? What do we get for telling him anything? And we didn't even get what we came here to do!

[ Takes the card and tentatively stands up like he doesn't quite believe he'll be able to. Except he does.

And so he stands, waiting to hear the answer to Silver's question. ]

Coyote, we will explain at home. This is poor timing for this conversation.

Whatever you think best. Have some faith in yourself.

[ He says to Silver, sardonically encouraging, leaning forwards and resting his chin on his folded hands. ]

You'll do fine. You're clever enough to avoid the obvious pitfalls, you won't fall into one here.

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[Nods, pocketing the business card]

And I'm guessing if we had any information for you, you'd be happy to answer a couple things within reason for us?

Correct.

[opens his mouth, and then closes it again

gets to his feet instead, but waiting on Silver]

[ Motions for Coyote to get up too. It's time to get out of here. ]

[Nods at all of them, motioning his head toward the door]

...can I ask a question? Obviously you don't have to answer it, especially if it's dumb. I get that it's bold enough to even ask that since we've already made this much work for you with nothing in return.

[ Raises his eyebrows: a sort of well, aren't you... interesting? brave? foolish? Expression. but he gestures for Silver to go ahead. ]

[bristles. i am abruptly furious but he keeps his mouth shut like a good dog]

[not a good dog though]

We've made work? These assholes have had us jumping through hoops all along, quit wasting your breath for more yammering. Let's just go back already.