“Bert!” Actually he heard his name hanging in the air for a moment after it was yelled. In kind of a delayed reaction, Bert took in the order after it was issued. Oh. Damn. They’d made the connection. The feds wanted to talk with him. Focusing, then slowly turning his head, Bert saw two things: the FBI agents heading toward him, and Sam White striding across the parking lot, heading toward the steep concrete steps down to the basement and the inscrutable green doors. It took Bert no time at all to decide he preferred Sam’s company to that of the FBI. He sure didn’t want to answer a lot of nosy questions just because his last name happened to be Roman. However, it took him a moment to get himself moving. His stiff old arms and legs didn’t want to work right these days. As quickly as he could, he limped after Sam. As Bert shambled along, he tried to reason a way out of this mess. The way Bert’s mind worked, he couldn’t just let the chips fall wherever; he had to try to line them up in some way that made sense.
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