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I think we have a bomber to find.


I get why this would be a mission that would be triggering for some of us. If you want out, I understand. This is something I've got to do.

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The narration loves Deb too. This works out well. :x

Sonny sighs at the door to the face. If this is the kind of people they have to talk to, he is quickly going to move to wanting to send a bullet through his head instead. This shit is ridiculous.

This time he does snort at her response. "So so far we've got one point. Wonder how many we can wrack up. More than two and I'd say we're fucking champions," Sonny mutters as he shakes his head at the door. "Exactly. The little ball might show us where in the apartment's he's been staying. I'm gonna bet he's not there anymore, but if we figure out what name he's been using... easier to find him that way."

It's the best word for it, Deb, and it's not like Sonny has come up with a better one. He keeps calling it a ball which is sorely lacking in information about what it can do.

Sonny is glad she has no violent feelings toward him. It makes this whole process a little easier.

"Yeah, door number two then we try out this thing in the apartment buildings see if someone can't give us a name," he says and then moves on to the next door.

There's some part of him that's cringing already.

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All you need is love! Which the narration never thought she'd say in a thread involving Debra Morgan.

Anywho!

"Sounds like a pretty fucking fair assessment to me," Deb agrees. Although if they make it through this day without severely harming anyone, they're champions, anyway. Truth.

As has been said, she does have a way with words. Not a conventional way, but a way!

It really does.

"Works for me," Deb says with a nod, but she takes another breath as they move on to the next door.

This time the door is opened by a woman. She's old, grey-haired, and tiny, and before Deb can even start to say hello, the woman starts babbling at them in what Deb's pretty sure is Russian.

It is really just a perfect day.

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The narration diiiiiies over here. Hey, Sonny makes things happen that we never expect to.

All the time. ..that came out wrong somehow.

"I'm good at doing the assessing," he says with a smirk that falls into a grimace. Fucking people. "It's situations like this that make me wonder why I'm putting all the effort into doing good for a city full of so many fuckin' idiots..."

Sonny says that jokingly. The narration thinks.

Maybe.

It's Russian. Sonny recognizes it, but he only knows a few words. He shakes his head a few times at the woman, says something back to her in the few words of Russian that he does know. It's very possibly Shut up as she looks like she's going to smack him before she slams the door shut in their faces.

"...I'm a charmer."

There's a long pause.

"Have I mentioned that before? Feels like I have. I'm a real charming fellow."

Sonny takes a step back from the door. "Lets say we... start out toward that apartment building Grumpy Britches pointed out. I'll use the ball again, see what it comes up with. Kinda limited on number of uses but I'm thinking this is important enough to warrant it."

It's the most perfect day.

"...you want to try it out?" is what he'll ask when they get to the apartment building.

Yes, Deb, do you want to try out his ball?