But he bet they wouldn’t answer until he had asked them whatever questions he had. They could wait. But so could he. And he wasn’t in the mood to take any of their bull.It was just supposed to be a meeting with Laidlaw, but there they all were – lined up like the defense at the Superbowl. And he was going to have to run the line. Dodge their blocks, like the cop version of Joe Montana.He took out his notebook. If they wanted to present an official front, well, he could match them. Good job they couldn’t see it was page after blank page.They all looked pretty settled. He figured they had met before he arrived. Talked amongst themselves, briefed the Supreme Leader, and taken a vote on how best to proceed. There were a few options how that might go:a) They’d provide no information, just questions;b) Some information, some questions; and, more likely,c) Nothing but a thick wall of silence.They’d already given away their main game plan: that it was important to them, really important, or they wouldn’t have fielded their best team, let alone their star player.
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