13M03 [AUDIO]

[lostundercover]

Anyone have any suggestions for a job around here that might- might pay a little more than the average?

[He's clearly choosing his words carefully, trying to hint at a deeper meaning.]


[95% encrypted to Evandau]
You want to tell me what's going on with your group cloning the foreigners?

[30% encrypted to Ariadne]
I'm sorry about- [...] Look, something came up, alright? I didn't mean to stand you up.

[30% encrypted to Reid]
You said you might be able to help with.. [The 'my meds' is implied as he trails off.] My supply is low.

[30% encrypted to Kyle]
Is there any way to figure out who an anonymous message on the network comes from?

[30% encrypted to Cobb]
Your people made any progress?

[30% encrypted to "Freddie"/Eames]
You busy later?

Comments

[audio | encrypted]

[polyhistor]

[Hm.]

Would you go home? If you could?

[audio | encrypted]

[lostundercover]

[A beat, then pointed non-answer.]

Wouldn't you?

[audio | encrypted]

[polyhistor]

Of course I would. My team--

[On second thought, he doesn't want to get into that discussion right now. He clears his throat and gives his head a brief shake, brows drawn down in disconcertion.]

It's okay if you don't want to tell me.

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[lostundercover]

[There's a small pause. When Costigan speaks again, he sounds more tentative.]

You know everything about me, guy. Tell me what you were going to say.

[It's not a threat, but actual concern and sincere interest.]

My answer is I don't know.

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[polyhistor]

It's not you. It's-- um. These.

[He taps the console, the faint noise comes in over the mic.]

I'm not really a big fan of technology. It seems tremendously impersonal.

[He accepts that Costigan isn't sure. It doesn't seem like the sort of question he'd evade intentionally.]

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[lostundercover]

Do you want to grab a cup of coffee?

[That's as close to 'do you need to talk about your feelings' as Costigan will ever get.]

[audio | encrypted]

[polyhistor]

[Reid drags his index finger along the line of his jaw and smiles briefly. It's a pointless expression, given the audio.]

That obvious, huh?

[audio | encrypted]

[lostundercover]

Just two guys talking. No pressure, Reid.

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[polyhistor]

No, I know.

I wouldn't mind coffee.

[audio | encrypted]

[lostundercover]

I'll meet you at that little place down on the street by the clothing store in fifteen.

[Assume that makes sense to refer to Costigan's usual cafe.]

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[polyhistor]

Acknowledged.

[And he turns off the feed, tugs on his jacket. He's at the cafe a little earlier than Costigan's projected timeframe, but he uses it as an opportunity to snag a table in a fairly isolated corner. No coffee yet.]