"Report, Number 2... Number 2? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"...I haven't slept in a week... Nothing's gone right since he... OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME! WE CAN'T GET HIM TO LEAVE!"
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"I'm begging you, Colonel Sangnoir! Please, please don't tell the Chief..."
It was remarkably difficult to resist two sets of puppy dog eyes at once, especially considering one set belonged to an actual canine-type.
"How am I supposed to just let this go?! Look, you may be the second most competent ten-year-old girl I've ever met, but you're still ten! This should not be your life! Or your dog's."
"You don't understand! If Interpol knew the truth, Uncle's reputation would be ruined... losing his job would destroy him... and we couldn't operate undercover anymore, and no one else is as good at this as we are! I know we've backed ourselves into a horrible corner... but the only way out of it is to break their organization, and if that's what it takes to save Uncle and the world, then we're going to keep fighting them until the end!"
Well, damn. That kind of resolve coupled with their undeniable skills... I had no way of stopping them that wouldn't make matters worse.
"Okay. If that's your last word... then here's how it's going to be.
"You fill me in on everything you know about their operations, their bases, leadership, all of it... and then we take them down, for good. We'll even work out a way to give your uncle all the credit. And then he can retire, the two of you get to have lives, and I can move on and get out of your hair. Sound good?"
"...That sounds wonderful, Colonel! If you really think we can do it...
She stared out the window for a moment, then whispered: "We'll get you next time, Doctor Claw. Next time..."
--Sam
"Why do I put up with him?"
"...I haven't slept in a week... Nothing's gone right since he... OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME! WE CAN'T GET HIM TO LEAVE!"
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"I'm begging you, Colonel Sangnoir! Please, please don't tell the Chief..."
It was remarkably difficult to resist two sets of puppy dog eyes at once, especially considering one set belonged to an actual canine-type.
"How am I supposed to just let this go?! Look, you may be the second most competent ten-year-old girl I've ever met, but you're still ten! This should not be your life! Or your dog's."
"You don't understand! If Interpol knew the truth, Uncle's reputation would be ruined... losing his job would destroy him... and we couldn't operate undercover anymore, and no one else is as good at this as we are! I know we've backed ourselves into a horrible corner... but the only way out of it is to break their organization, and if that's what it takes to save Uncle and the world, then we're going to keep fighting them until the end!"
Well, damn. That kind of resolve coupled with their undeniable skills... I had no way of stopping them that wouldn't make matters worse.
"Okay. If that's your last word... then here's how it's going to be.
"You fill me in on everything you know about their operations, their bases, leadership, all of it... and then we take them down, for good. We'll even work out a way to give your uncle all the credit. And then he can retire, the two of you get to have lives, and I can move on and get out of your hair. Sound good?"
"...That sounds wonderful, Colonel! If you really think we can do it...
She stared out the window for a moment, then whispered: "We'll get you next time, Doctor Claw. Next time..."
--Sam
"Why do I put up with him?"