As they were leaving, Natasha called after them, “Don’t let them see the outside of this building.”
The guard called back something that sounded like “Yeah.” It might have been “Da.” In any case, Natasha paid no further attention to them, but instead wrapped poopsie in one of the blankets and handed her a cup of hot tea. “If they had the names of the entire Inner Circle and the Shadow Council, they are working with someone on the inside. “That’s the first attachment,” he said emphatically. A few minutes later he came back out. “She recognized Master Rodriguez. That little snake hacked into the NSA’s copy of all of the node traffic for the past week.” This time I was sure he was looking at me, “You wouldn’t believe how big their server farm has to be to store that kind of data,” he said. Their names are Walter, Weston, William, Woody, and Wyatt.”
“A, e, i, o. or men,” poopsie said, pressing harder into my groin.
