Now we’ve got a big, big mess on our hands tonight [W6, Thursday, Pre-Curfew]

[hydrokinetics]

[Another day, another meeting. This one's more tense than usual especially with the lack of a small bat-child. Percy's right hand is sloppily bandaged up and his jaw is tight as his eyes burn with anger.]

Dr. Lecter knows we know. He's known since Saturday. Hal confirmed with me he's the Deputy, just like Hal confirmed to Dr. Lecter that we were onto him.

[A shaky sigh.] What the fuck do we do now?

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[impulsiveness]

Let's just get this over with. If Hannibal knows and Damian's in the STOCKS, someone has to stay with him.

[His own letters are on the table, but. Uh. He's definitely distracted, knees drown up to his chest as he keeps glancing towards the nearest window.]