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notahostageIt had taken Wendy much longer than she'd expected to make it into work on foot. Somehow or the other she'd managed to get completely turned around not once, but several times.
This meant that when she got to Jolly Fats, she ran past Ida at the front desk with barely a nodded hello, and shoved open the door. "I know, I'm late, some weirdo stole the Bug-" she stopped in mid-sentence, slack-jawed, staring at the Middleman in disbelief. "Boss? But you...you're..."
Then Ida let off the stun-grenade.
"Freaking pot-head spies can't even copy the uniform right."
This meant that when she got to Jolly Fats, she ran past Ida at the front desk with barely a nodded hello, and shoved open the door. "I know, I'm late, some weirdo stole the Bug-" she stopped in mid-sentence, slack-jawed, staring at the Middleman in disbelief. "Boss? But you...you're..."
Then Ida let off the stun-grenade.
"Freaking pot-head spies can't even copy the uniform right."
