I'll Take You to the Coffee Shop~

But first some notes on the experiment at hand. I have to say I am quite impressed with Subject 926’s ability to make sure his marks go down and never get up. I say a lot of nasty things about the kid but that dick is a natural killing machine. Even I grimaced at what he did to that woman with the net and I’ve done some right terrible things. I suppose we have Ralph to thank for Duckie’s incredible efficiency, at least in part anyways.

But that dead, dopy, douche bag is also the cause of what is troubling Duckie now. Apparently 926 was never taught the merits of self control which, thinking about it now, really explains a lot of his problems. Control is mandatory in most higher functioning tasks. He’ll be a much more valuable asset and far less of a liability if he can just work past this.

I issued another command and tried to talk him through it but at the end of the day it’s all on him.

Title topic time! While Duckie was off on one of his three hour naps, I slipped off to the Café to pay ‘Joseph’ a visit. It was far more pleasant than I thought it would be but that had a lot more to do with his squad not being around than the man himself. I congratulated him and then we talked. Tricks were shown off, tables were carved, muscles were flexed, cake and coffee was consumed, threats were thrown around, lies were told, assets were shared, and favors were owed. I was all quite standard really.

I certainly wouldn’t say I gained an ally after the sorted affair, but I do believe I gained a contact.
At the end of the day, I tend to find a contact far more useful anyways.

Now if you would excuse me, a car seems to have just broken through our motel door.
Fracture out!