Lynn smiled faintly and stood, pulling out a business card. "If you have any further information, call that number. I'll contact you the very moment we know something." He turned-and stopped when he saw Anderson waiting for him just a few feet away. He looked distracted, a little... uncomfortable? Lynn wasn't sure. But it wasn't often that something made Anderson's face flush. "You okay there, Sparkleson?"
"Y-yeah, fine," Anderson said. "I really hate your brother. The one that looks like you. Well, the other one too, obviously, but right now I want to turn every last one of you into fish sticks."
Normally Lynn would have replied to that with a cheerful "f**k you," but right then he had no idea what he was supposed to say or do. He settled for full avoidance. "We need to get hunting."
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