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(Still refusing to turn around) Why don’t you stop by next week, ask them yourself? Teach them that move; show them how you got the drop on me. You know, impart some of your mad skills.

Bet your crew’s got some cute nicknames for you.

Eh, Night Terror doesn’t really roll off the tongue, does it. Now, Blitz? Boom! One and done. Perfect too, ‘cause perps that face me? Not standing upright long enough to scream out a second syllable. You should try the Fright? Or better yet – the Grouch? Shit, think that one’s already taken.

I already picked a code name, you know. Don’t need another.

Damn, Old D. You really are in a mood, aren’t you? Crew good? Someone get hurt?

Gutiérrez tends to stick to schedule regardless of my other commitments, so here I am. Any other unsolicited critiques, or can I get back to it?

Your throw-down made the 6 o’clock tonight. Didn’t think I’d find you doing the Peeping D tonight. Figured you’d all be in warehouse lockdown ’til the sun pops up.