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“How’d you find us, though?” Rondeau said. “When we didn’t even know where we<br />
were going?”<br />
The henchmen smirked. “We have our ways,” one said.<br />
Marla snorted. “Sure you do. There’s a pair of you on every train, and probably on<br />
every street in the city, right? They’re homunculi, Rondeau, or heavy astral projections,<br />
or some shit like that. Just duplicates. Dupe One and Dupe Two here happened to be the<br />
ones who bumped into us.”<br />
They weren’t smirking anymore. They were scowling instead.<br />
“Ah,” Rondeau said. “I thought they were twins with that whole psychic-linkage thing<br />
going on.”<br />
“That would explain the way they move in tandem, maybe, but it doesn’t explain the<br />
identical oozing pimple they’ve each got just to the left of their noses.” Marla tapped the<br />
side of her nose, and the henchmen reached up simultaneously and touched the spots on<br />
their own faces.<br />
“This is the weirdest day of my life,” B said. “And that’s saying something.”<br />
The henchmen squinted at B. “Hey,” one said. And the other continued, “Aren’t you<br />
Bradley Bowman?”<br />
“Um,” he said. “Yeah.”<br />
“I read a rumor online that you might get cast as the lead in an American movie version<br />
of Dr. Who. Any truth to that?”<br />
“It’s news to me,” B said.<br />
“I knew it was bullshit,” one said, taking out his laptop and opening it on his knees,<br />
presumably to spread the truth among the infidels online.<br />
“Tell me about your boss,” Marla said, to the henchman who wasn’t tapping away at a<br />
keyboard.<br />
He shrugged. “You’ll find out all you need to know soon enough. I’ll tell you, though—<br />
you should be more scared than you look. You’re in deep shit, from what I hear. Mr.<br />
Dalton isn’t the only one looking for you.”<br />
“I’ve always had a gift for making friends easily,” Marla said. She had an idea of the<br />
accusations she was going to face soon, and tried to decide whether she should bother<br />
going through the tedium of explaining things, or just break Mr. Dalton’s kneecaps and<br />
extract the information she needed. Ah, well. No need to decide now. She could play it<br />
by ear when they arrived.