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"...Hi," not-Tim said."You were supposed to stay in the house.""Sorry. I-"Ludlow turned on Neo. "What happened to keeping him there? Huh?"Neo looked as though he would rather be anywhere else."We heard you got caught," not-Tim said. "It was on the news-""Yeah, and how the fuck does you getting caught help us?" Ludlow demanded. "We had a perfectlygood hostage situation. We could have told them that we had left the others with instructions to kill youin four hours if they didn't hear from us. And now you've fucked it all up with your little rescue fantasies."Conor scratched his elbow."They want me," not-Tim said. "That's why they stopped the food and water earlier. They regret lettingme in, and they wanted me out. If I'm here, I can talk to them-""And you think they'll listen?"Ludlow got up from his bench and came towards him, and for a brief moment something fell away andnot-Tim saw Ludlow as just another guy. Just a cop with dubious morals, a complete stranger whom hehad only really known for two hours, and who was now seriously pissed off at him, and he was suddenlyscared.He was in a roomful of strangers. Strangers whose names he knew and whose lives he thought heknew in strictly one-way relationship, but two hours were nothing. Months or weeks or days spent actingout but a couple of hours of their lives, mere snippets in longer existences that he was clueless about,hinted only briefly at in back-story notes and speculation, and the only thing that bound them all togetherwas suddenly superficial. They might not even share fingerprints. Looks aside, a random group ofpeople off the street might have more in common-Not-Tim backed off a step into the bars of the cell. "Tom-""What do you think they're going to do with us?" Kevin interrupted. "They locked us up. It doesn't lookas though they're going to let us go, does it?"Conor scratched his knee."If they wanted to kill us they would have done it long ago," Neo said."Right," Ludlow said. "In front of the whole world? They're not stupid, Anderson. They'd never live thatdown. But they could leave us here to die and claim we got home, and no one would fucking know."The guards reappeared around the corner, dragging Alex and Julian along. They unlocked the cell,shoved them in, and locked up again.Conor scratched his neck."Where's Griffin?" not-Tim asked, as Julian got back to his feet and Alex decided that he didn't mindsitting on the ground."Hospital," Julian said. "He was injured so they kept him there.""The serial killer's in hospital and we're in jail," John Constantine muttered.Kip sighed.**