“I beg your pardon?”
“Shakespeare,” Hale supplied. “Hamlet.”
“Read lots at the same time as you have been in prison?”
Hale chuckled. “Seriously, Emilia, did you ever assume that perhaps it's far viable, that perhaps Leon virtually did write an unbreakable set of rules?”
This communication turned into making Emilia uneasy. “Well, we couldn’t do it.”
“Maybe Leon’s higher than we are.”
“Maybe.” Emilia shrugged, feigning disinterest.
“We corresponded for some time,” Hale supplied casually. “Leon and me. Did you understand that?”
Emilia appeared up, trying to conceal her surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. Aft.er I exposed the Skipjack set of rules, he wrote me—stated we have been brothers with inside the international combat for virtual privateness.”
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