Look, man.
I got you out here on this landing and we both know why.
Yes, Erling. I know why.
My, uh, "industry friend" just gave me a heads up. Zelin's Ways and Means got a package for us.
It's Nancy Ann.
You work for Eric Tseng long, big guy?
No. About nine months.
He ever talk about Nancy Ann? No? Well...
Let's just say we are officially Code Blue Superfucked. Okay?
Nancy Ann used to go by "Babykiller," in the old slumhouse days, before Uncle Arved invited her to party with his psychotic homeboys in the Ways and Means division. Been working for him ever since. She's the package. She's here for Ira.
Look...Martin...what I think.
They...I think they don't actually need Ira alive, man. We may have been wrong about that, all this time, assuming they need my brother alive for whatever stupid brain-frying black rites they have planned out for the succession.
"Babykiller."
This is highly dicey stuff. It doesn't help we lost Simon in the shuffle, and we got no lead on Mr Tseng's whereabouts. We got no backup whatsoever.
Also.
Also?
My, uh, friend...has a habit.
And he and my safe house guy...Well. This apartment has worked for a few days okay.
But something's telling me my buddies sold themselves coming and going, if you follow me. Like, instead of expecting company "kind of soon?"
We may be expecting company right about now.
Martin, I presume you got some kind of special Bodyguard Contingency Plan Q? Because time is very fucking short.
I understand.
We...
My brother, I figure he trusts you. He doesn't trust me anymore. Take him.
Get the fuck out of here.
Keep him safe.
Listen, I gotta grab a six-pack. When I get back, you two should be gone from here. Time is short. Time is very fucking short.
I'll...
I'll be in touch.
Tell him I'll be in touch.
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