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It's going to get tabloided up no matter what. I'm me. And I'm not going to tell you the full extent of what I know until AFTER I've put it out by myself first.

Then let's make a deal. I confirm it, I don't let it outside of me and my team (my surprisingly secretive team) until you publish.

And I can try to verify your source.

Name your team first.

Loki, Billy, America, me. I'm going to be doing a recruiting drive, but no one new will be let in on it.

Loki especially will appreciate this choice of mine. America will support it, and she's not the blabby type.

And Billy and I need to know what's up.

Billy and America are fine. Billy saw the Porter first hand and I don't think this America chick will blab.

But you cannot expect me to trust someone who styles themselves after the god of MISCHIEF.

He doesn't style himself after the god of mischief. He is the god of mischief.

And given that absolutely no one from your world is honest (NO ONE), you cannot judge him. You're not even anywhere near a position of "it makes sense for Freddie Lounds to judge him."

[ yeah, she's about to rebut that "Abigail Hobbs is totally honest!!!" but no. Abigail isn't. her world is full of liars. ]

Get Loki to promise to me to keep his damn mouth shut and then you'll get the information.

[That won't happen.]

Fine, I won't tell him. This shouldn't take too long.

[ YEAH, FREDDIE KINDA FIGURED. ]

So for clarification, what I'm telling you is strictly between you, Billy, and America.

Edited (words stink) 2014-12-10 06:34 (UTC)

I won't mess it up, but do know that our lovely Anne might be spreading this information around.

I doubt it. I'm the only one of us who can reach that wide an audience. She's banking on me to tell this info.

Just making sure you know that I keep my word.

And I'm holding you to it.

Get on with it.

It was a Cape Canaveral scientist. No names, but Anne essentially gave me the equivalent of loose lips sink ships.

Btw, she doesn't want me to give the source's name in the article, mostly so she can have the potential of getting more information. Though, now it would be so Ananke doesn't have as wide a net to cast to find the blabbermouth.

Or loose memories. A shake of a hand can get us a long way.

I still think an anonymous source is going to sink you after last time. I'm verifying this partly because of that.

I know that in an ideal world, I'd prefer a source linked to a name over anything else. But this isn't an ideal world, is it. We make do.

I'm really wondering why you're so attention starved.

And I'm really wondering why I texted you up in the first place.

Because I'm your friendly neighborhood detective with a photographic memory. I know all, I see all.

Or something like that.

I should get a theme song.

[Oh, there is a sing-song quality to that text. It's like Freddie's words gave her a boost of energy.]

You do know how absolutely Orwellian that sounds, right?

I had a lengthy conversation about 1984 the other day. Maybe I felt inspired.

Then here's your theme song.

[ and attached is a link to whatever the Heropa version of Rockwell is ]

I don't know how long it'll take you to work your creepy powers on Cape Canaveral scientists and I don't know how long it'll take you to FIND the right scientist. Neither Kanaya nor Ruka were scientifically inclined at all and gave me pretty much nothing about the Porter. [ it's almost like Kate purposefully sent her towards a fussbudget alien and a fourteen year old girl. ]

I'm hitting print.

[Damnit, Kanaya. What happened to being a condescending know-it-all about everything?]

Tony Stark. And Loki will know.

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