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[lostundercover]

[Costigan sounds entirely calm and collected, albeit his usual gruff self.]

I need a weapon. A gun or a knife, nothin' weird. I'll pay cash.

[There's a muffled knocking noise for a moment before he speaks again.]

Cigarettes too.


[PRIVATE TO VALDIS]
[His voice shifts, holding more anxiety.]

We need to talk. Privately, not at the station.