Capt. Trish and the Workbench of DOOM!(!!!1!11one)

[deadlock]

Everybody needs a secret lair.

I mean it - what good is being a mad inventor if you don't have a place to create death rays and plot your domination? The point was a bit stretched in Edyth Lostetter's case. She didn't look the part, bouncing around the place in a tanktop in a place that had christmas lights and incense burning, blaring drum and bass at all hours, and her, right in the middle of it, illuminated in the eerie blue light of the Action-Alloy smelter.

With her designs, Deadlock didn't use things like... carefully considered planning. Metal and circuits have voices - Jax taught her that much. She simply listened, and harmonized with her own voice, and let things... come out. Serenity was useless - metal was not a nice element to work with. Rage worked however, and Deadlock was a being bristling with it. Rage and pain, and through the crucible of her fury, metal was cast, rust was burned the F#@%. AWAY. Dead metal earned a new life, and by the glow of molten metal alloys, by the throbbing hum of the Action Engine, and by the sweat, blood, and wrath of its mistress, metal was reborn.

Deadlock was engaged in just such an activity - Action Alloy was a hard thing to make, and Deadlock needed repairs, maintenance, improvements, and her inventions were made from it - it was useful for the effort it took to make it, and damned if it didn't look cool in ingot form, the blue-black metal glowing faintly as she tossed another bar of it into the growing pile with a satisfying CLANG sound.

She was turning to pour the next batch of ingots into shape... when a sense of filled space honed since the Z-War and since went apeshit and jumped on her back, screeching. Her mask stayed down, but one second, she was reaching for the pour, and the next, it was holding her pistol and leveling it at the presence in the gloom.

The shape was familiar... but the dark swallowed features up and made it impossible to tell who it was.

"Arrite, who the hell are you? You got three seconds to speak. One?"

[Trisha Waldgrave]

It's not like she was here on official business...in fact, it wasn't long ago that she busted herself out of the hospital and took her vacation into her own hands. Wearing a a charcoal colored beanie upon her head to conceal the bandages upon her head and to double tap that coverage, a hoodie that matched that lovely hat upon her head. Of course, concealed underneath were a couple doughnuts and essentially being the pastry ninja. Bandaged up hands rested themselves in the pockets of her blue jeans while looking over toward the junkyard. One of her contacts managed to get some of her paperwork and somehow got the `Zombie War of Gotham` report in there. It was a bit on the vague side...but this was one of the places she just so happened to go in it. This was where the 99 Kings were rumored to be here.

Of course...that rumor was hitting a dead end because no one was here. If anyone or anything wanted to give her any problems, they could safely bet their socks this injured woman wasn't going to be easy to defeat. Carefully strolling around, the hood shaded her silver optics which glanced around to keep alert. Slowly...she stopped in her tracks and tilted her head upward a bit causing her hood to slide off and those metallic tendrils to come out from hiding. Thankfully her beanie stayed on and kept the bandages around her head nice and hidden! Some people would call this place a nasty little shit hole junk yard full of nothing but trash and the building was nothing to admire, however she could see the beauty and structural integrity all around her and it was almost breath taking. Even before she had her crazy powers, Ms. Waldgrave always had a special place in her heart for metal works of all kinds.

As a child, she practiced with her mom the skills of being a mechanic...back when things were simple. "Nice..." Muttering that comment to herself, no one was around so for a change she let a slight smile cross her silver tinted lips and the words were filled with sincerity making the compliment obvious. Admittedly, she found it REALLY ODD that she couldn't remember such a profound event after her injury yet could remember her past with clarity. Then again...it was hard for her to recall her partner Allegra...and if it wasn't for Jeri....God...she didn't want to even let her mind drift about the horrors. Definitely, she'd have to make it up to the kid for saving her life this time. Just about to proceed even further down, a voice filled the area and she was no longer smiling.

Back to a stoic composure and looking seriously bored to a literal extent...someone else was here and they were pointing a gun at her. Oh she was NOT in the mood for this gun point bullshit! "Fun. We're counting, brings me back. Two." Saying those words in a blunt fashion, she stepped forward and out of the light. Snapping her fingers, she ignored the pulse of pain in her head and honed in on the gun. Dear old pointer would find that the gun was now far more weighty and synched up with it to make it feel like not wanting to shoot today.

That, of course meant there was a high chance that the gun was going to be jammed if that little trigger was pulled.

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Eddie puffed once at her cigarette, letting her mouth open a bit to allow smoke to escape, giving Trish a good long stare, her expression dispassionate. God the gun had to weigh fourty pounds... Yup, it was Ms. Waldgrave, sure as steel. She gave the familiar cop a welcoming, lopsided grin and nodded.

"Trish, welcome... Mi casa su casa, theres some brew in the cooler" she said, holstering her gun again in her vest and motioning towards the far corner with her head. She trusted Trish with her life, after all - whether she was a fed or not. They'd held the fort down together pleanty of times in the z war. She turned and gave another puff... the smelting basin was ready, and the metal properly saturated, so she took hold of the lever and poured the heavy, blue-glowing metal into the ingot mold.

Once the racket of the metal casting had faded, Eddie again looked in Trish's direction. "S'good t'see ya again, Trish... hows the big apple treatin' ya?"

[Trisha Waldgrave]

....what in the name of hell's bells was going on? One moment she has a gun pointed at her as if there was some sort of stand off on the verge of taking place then the person is being NICE and WELCOMING? What the fuck was this shit taking place? It caused her head to spin a bit and how very unpleasant it was...not to mention weird. The only people she could recall from what was left of her shattered memories being so kind to her involved two weres. Part of her wanted to yell `Cut the crap` and start demanding information, but that definitely wasn't the right approach. Trisha wasn't some moron, she was a trained professional who didn't have a normal way of expressing herself at times is all.

It was obvious this androgynous individual who seemed to be friends from her foggy past, but from what point was a mystery to the metal meta. Though, her heart or whatever urged her to be here in high hopes of uncovering some answers and the punk before her seemed to be someone who could very well cooperate. Besides, this place put her nerves at ease...probably all the metal around her feeling like a big ol' hug of comfort in a weird way. Watching the bluish metal get poured on into the mold, one of the many steps in creating something glorious. "Eh...I guess you could say it goes. Got hit on the head real hard and don't remember much of anything these days." Giving off a half-hearted shrug as those words were spoken in her usual fashion of possibly serious business or just plain ol' lacking much emotion.

Though her brain was a fuzzy little place to be, she didn't change much at all as an individual. "Didn't know who I was for a good while to be honest, but hey, a name tag in the morning for a handful of days fixed that problem right on up. Care to reintroduce yourself and why this place seems like it could fix up some of the patches?" Bringing up her hand to point at the side of her own head, she added on one last thing before giving her forgotten friend time to talk. "And by patches I mean the gaps hogging up the space in my now shitty memory. Maybe you can help me speed up the memory recover process even if the jump start may not kick in for a while." Blunt as can be, she figured catching up wasn't going to really seem genuine if they weren't at least re-acquainted.

[deadlock]

What. The. Shit. Deadlock took a long, slow drag of her stogie and let the smoke trail from her nose. A wise man once told her not to act before thinking about what she'd do next... really, he'd said 'think for five seconds, stupid f***** **** *** by ***** *** as ***********, buuuut... take what you can get. Was Trish fucking with her? She stared long and hard, and let her speak her piece... shit, she was serious! Almost immediately, she regretted pulling a gun on her.

She sighed, smoke billowing from her mouth and nose like some primeval monster. "Yeah..." she managed, concern and maybe a little dissapointment in her voice. She smiled after a moment, kicked off the action reactor smelter with her foot in a kind of offhand way, and stood forward, offering her hand. "Edyth Lostetter - Eddie, if y'like... or if you'd prefer..." she began, walking off, fully expecting Trisha to follower. She entered a dark space with the impression of open air, like a garage, but it was dark as hell. The lights kicked on when Eddie clapped though, revealing a grey cement and steel room, largely barren, save for two hulking forms, bigger than any man alive. One was covered... but the other was battered, red, and massive.

The original Deadlock.

"Deadlock." Eddie said, with weight. That suit had been her chariot during the gotham z war, it had held fast against the hordes with the others, with Jax and Trish and York, and though beaten to hell... it still bore an insignia, an old one that had been... just shy of being their flag in those dark days. A winged skull on a blue shield with gold embrossing.

"Trish... a year ago, we stood against Umbrellacorp, and... in the face of a zombie apocalypse, you, me, and Jax Gardener" - screw that fed York - "we protected people. We ran a safehouse." She sat on the proto deadlock armor and leaned in a bit, pulling out a small object... a tonfa, a police baton.

"You lost this." She said, and moved back towards Trisha, cradling the weapon like it was a holy artifact, offering it up pommel first, almost reverentially.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

WELP, they must have been friends or something since the cop could have sworn she detected some disappointment from that little `Yeah`. Once the reintroduction was complete, the metal cop noticed a hand offered out to her and just gave it a couple firm shakes before letting go. Hrm...before she could say anything witty, it seemed like Eddie was going on a little trip. Strange thing is though, the girl did and didn't seem familiar. Kinda crazy how the brain works when it's failing pretty hard at the game of memory lane! Following after her with a completely deadpan expression of usual stoicness, her bandaged up hands stained in bits of blood were shoved into her pockets. There was a little thought ringing about, a what if sort of thing, what if her brain was taking advantage of this amnesia inducing injury and didn't want to remember?

It was a crazy theory, but for all she knew it was right. Oh well...right now she was thinking about whipping out her cellphone to use as a flash light since being in dark rooms with someone you didn't quite know was NEVER a good idea. Once the lights got flicked on though? Those metallic tinted eyes widened a bit as she stared at it...the massive metal armor before her...and the feelings it gave off were strong. This Deadlock had such a story to tell...but a hankering feeling just told her not to make physical contact with it. The woman WAS a metal whisperer in her own way, not just a manipulator and if this thing told her a story, it couldn't end well. Especially in her condition...maybe later but certainly not now.

Just gazing at the mech as though she was lost and swimming in her broken thoughts while Eddie took the time to talk about what happened...it was a little hard to believe. Yet, it made sense...though Eddie didn't look like someone a cop would or even should team up with....Officer Trish over here figured she'd work with someone like her. Letting those words sink in for a moment the name Jax did...and didn't ring a bell. Whatever. Turning her attention back to Eddie, that's when she noticed her holding something. Almost like it was important or even precious...slowly quirking a brow. Slowly, she reached over...her hand hovering over her beloved, misplaced weapon.

Though she jerked her hand slightly back and actually looked a little uncertain. Metal whisperer action would be bad in her condition...very bad. Hell, right now she was supposed to be laying in bed, recovering from a horrible accident, but her stubborn ass was out and about being disobedient as all hell. Just shaking her hand from left to right, the gesture easily matched her words, "No thanks, keep it, Eddie...keep it like the blood stained souvenir it is." Giving off a half smirk to those words, Trish figured this was someone she didn't have to wear a poker face around 24/7 at this point.

"Besides, it looks like you've grown attached to my little baby over there." Shoving her hand back into her pocket, she gave off a little shrug and slightly tilted her head to the side followed by an almost defeated sigh. "I may not remember a damn thing you're saying, but it sounds like we had a little trio or something going on. I gotta wonder though, why'd the three musketeers break up? I mean I know my coffee loving pig self left out of having to go back to work or some shit like that, but what about you and that Jax person? Did you two try to follow me or part ways just like that after all that insanity?" That's right, of all the things to ask about, she opted to inquire about the trio thing they seemed to have going for em'.

Everything else would have been documented but that. It was almost like a band breaking up, sometimes the gossip columns didn't cover the details and even if they did...how accurate would it be anyway? "...or was that Jax just some random person who helped you and I rip up some zombies like corpse-fetti and ditched the party when there was no punch left? Y'know, if you catch my drift on that weird metaphor. ...the punch being zombies to rid the city of...in case you needed clarification. I've been told my jokes don't always make sense." Snickering a bit toward her own remark, she really hadn't a clue on how serious she should be about that but HEY! Life sucked when it was taken too seriously!

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When Trish pulled away, a little part of Eddie mumbled to itself and refused to eat or bathe and talked about shovels. She didnt blow up, she didnt cry, she just stared at Trisha with a blank sort of look. Trisha was uncertain. The first thought in her head after that was that she... did not WANT to remember. The blow of that simple thought struck her stunned, and she just... sorta lit up another cigarette after spitting out the old one in her customary distracted, offhand manner. She... didn't want to. To be fair, her second thoughts told her, neither did she... and Trish did take a good crack to the melon. Maybe her powers were damaged too?

Deadlock smiled at the question, her pupils retracting a little. "Why... when we got back, and found our safehouse under attack, we put down the zombies. Then Jax left after you to go to The Big Apple and everything went back to normal, didn't it? Umbrella dissappeared, and everything is shiny and new!!" She said, her tone completely cheerful, her eyes perhaps a little disconcerting. This was a woman who had inner demons. The smile faded to a look of just... deadpan, grim fury. She spun, planting her boot into a piece of diagnostic equipment, sending it flying from its trolley and smashing to pieces on the ground. She drew her useless gun and hurled it at the metal behemoth, and screamed at the top of her voice, a cry of anguish and rage and suffering that would have been understood as such by anything alive. She gripped Trish's tonfa so hard her knuckles were white, and still her arm shook with fury. When her voice came next, it was... deadpan.

"For my brothers... I was here. I burned their remains, so they couldn't get up again." She straightened up, and hung her head, back to Trish, and stared long and hard at the baton in her hands. After a moment, she... grabbed a cleanish grease towel, took a piece from the prototype old Deadlock, and wrapped it up with the baton with immaculate care.

"Umbrella isn't gone, Trish..." she said in that blank sort of voice. "And I remember... one name. Wesker." She said, and offered up the bundle.

"When yer ready to remember." She said very softly.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Why did this girl seem so gosh darn down in the dumps? This was kinda odd...but maybe they were kinda close and it was a real shame her brain was being stubborn as a mule...only hinting off the whole `PROLLY KNOW THIS ANDROGYNOUS LADY`. The power of friendship was a strong thing to say the least since it was keeping that much alive in something so damaged. Bringing her hand up to lightly rub the back of her head and stared off at her with those silvery optics while listening to the answer given to her. Sure, she seemed to smile but it was kinda obvious to the doughnut loving pig over here that something was paining dear ol' Eddie. Not to mention that super duper upbeat explanation. SUPPOSEDLY the Jax guy went to New York to find her, huh?

Why didn't she have any visitors to the hospital by that name then? Perhaps Eddie had it wrong on those details and he ran away to escape his own memories or some crap like that, ditching the androgynous girl. Sounded like a piss poor analogy, but people did crazy things when they were depressed or mentally injured from events like...oh...watching people near and dear get ripped to shreds and devoured before one's own eyes? Yeeeeaaaaah....that sounded kinda fair. Giving off a look of uncertainty to that remark though, she moved her hand off her head an back into its pockety home. Maybe now would be an appropriate time to offer a hug...? Spending a moment to debate giving that offer her...er...more-than-likely-friend over there a hug, those few seconds were filled with a spin and PUNT of some poor innocent device.

Quite frankly, she couldn't help but cringe a bit at the metal getting `bullied` around. Normally she' make a snarky little remark about it all....but...no...not today....not right now, anyway...seeing how it was painstakingly obvious that she was suffering emotionally right now. Despite her snark an humor, Trish did have a sense of courtesy more often than people probably thought. Besides...the girl's voice sounded a lot like hers on a usual basis...pretty vacant in emotion. Couldn't blame her...it wasn't like she was talking about something pleasant. Having to burn your kin so they couldn't come back to snack on you or anyone else? Yeah, that was definitely harsh.

This girl...needed....a....freaking....hug....and that big ol' gooshy heart of hers she hid in the metaphoric fort knox so people wouldn't take advantage of all the kindness she had festering within was demanding that regardless of how little she could remember. Regardless, Trisha was fully aware of how Umbrella was around and about in some shape and Wesker's name was on the bounty list. He was for responsible for a lot of things and pretty high up on the hit list of justice. Besides...despite her broken up memory, it was clear enough that Eddie was important and trusted enough to show that she cared. Waiting for an opportune moment, she watched the tonfa get wrapped up nice n' tight which caused her to quirk a brow. Maybe she was going to put it away? Officer Waldgrave over here DID give it to her after all like a messed up gift.

....NOPE. Soon as it was bundled up, snug like a bug in a rug, Eddie handed it over and pretty much denied the gift. ....guess she really wanted the coffee addict to remember everything...at her own pace anyway. "If you want me to keep it that badly, I don't have a choice, do I?" Letting out a short lived snicker, she reached over to grasp onto the bundled tonfa. Gripping onto it tightly, even a bit of her cuts seeped a bit of blood through her bandages. Swiftly pulling it towards her.

"Alley oop!" Blurting that out, she holstered it into her belt in a swift motion then quickly reached out as a smirk played across her lips a split second before grasping upon Eddie's wrist. Tugging the androgynous girl toward her, the cop who had a love for her job and the edible perks it came with let go of her wrist and gave that punk looking girl a surprisingly gentle hug. Resting her chin upon her shoulder and resting her cheek against her head, that's when the woman with metal fused with her flesh began talking in a tone that was...well...seriously nice. "Don't think you have to isolate yourself and hold all the burdens. I may be an amnesiac right now 'bout it all but it won't be that way forever...sorry I can't remember you one hundred percent though...I will eventually."

Narrowing her eyes slightly as she turned her grip up an itty bitty notch. "...kinda annoying I can remember some asshole and a shitty little company but memories of you are a mess. ...well..." Loosening her grip a bit, she let out a heavy sigh and gave Eddie a good old fashioned pat on the back while continuing the hug as thgugh to be like `IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!`"Hang in there and don't you dare tell anyone I actually have this much of a rat's ass to give. Everything is messed up, but I'm gonna make it right...the justice system's flaws and Wesker's mess...all of it will be fixed up somehow." Really...even though Officer Waldgrave over here had a track record of being a blunt female dog...to put her co-worker's words nicely, she really didn't have the heart to tell Eddie how whoever this Jax guy was didn't follow her to New York. The guy was starting to rub off as a jerk by abandoning all his living friends...but everyone coped differently she guessed.

Maybe later she'd blurt out the facts about how her stay in the hospital had very few visitors, some get well gifts n' cards and how none of them involved the ELUSIVE Jax she mentioned. Being a `closet` sentimental sort who horded gifts since they meant more than she'd like to admit...there is no way she'd miss a detail in people wishing her well in the recovery process. Okay so her memory was iffy but she did spend some time looking at all those gifts and reading cards before leaving to remind herself that there were people who wanted her stubborn self to be careful. One thing was certain, the hug was loose enough for the girl to escape if she wanted to but GOLLY...Trisha Waldgrave's heart went out to her and cracked her cold exterior for a change. Just because she went around acting like emotions weren't good enough for her to express most of the time didn't mean she wanted to see others wind up like that too!

{HOPE THIS IS OKAY. =www=;}

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Good. Grief. Even in the depths of her darkest moments, Eddie would never have imagined that Trisha could even cry, let alone... she shut down. Her rage shut off abruptly, and more importantly, the shell that she wore was suddenly removed, leaving her to blink in the metaphorical daylight. So what did she do, here? What did she try? If one of her brothers had EVER, EVER tried this she would have given them a short drop and a sudden stop on the floor with their groin on the ceiling, and this was her first impulse, but... but...

Deciding her mind was too stoo-pehd to register what she felt, her heart took over. She just... let go. The tears came unbidden, in big, sloppy glops that soaked into Trish's shirt. About there, Edyth fell to pieces. She gripped Trisha's shirt and just let it out, rode the cresting wave of despair she'd been driving herself sick to contain. Another future played itself out in her mind - one where she worked and drowned herself in beer and engine oil, one where she held her grief in and went insane, became a monster of vengance. She shuddered harder, and crammed her face further into Trish's shirt until the waves of tears left her on the serene beaches of sanity once more, a polished stone.

Her loss still hurt, it still was a hot little rock in her heart, but saltwater had cooled it off nicely, and the smoldering embers of madness had been doused. She felt free - freer than she had in a year. Of course, most of this was lost on her, but... in an animal way, she knew she could let them go in her heart. She wasn't alone. Not anymore.

"Gawd..." she managed, and pulled her face away from her friend a bit. The sight that greeted her on Trish's chest was comical - her tears and breath had made a big ol' smiley face. She smiled, and wiped her eyes with her palm.
"... I really could go... for a doughnut... and coffee. Cmon... I know a place."

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Gently patting and petting the androgynous punk girl's back during the hug, she resisted the urge to throw in a little bit of her snarky humor. OBVIOUSLY because it wouldn't do anything to ease Eddie's pain right now. Felt like one of those `Let out a good, uninterrupted, cry and it'll be better` moments. Not so much a `Crack jokes at the emotional person` sort of time! The girl had a good heart and carried an awful lot of burdens, so it wasn't too surprising that the poor thing cracked from a hug. Honestly, it wasn't every day a scene like this panned out, that much the amnesiac knew for sure. With, what? The way her co-workers act like she's a metallic bundle of b-i-t-c-h, they'd be SCARED of her hugs despite her NORMALLY hidden sympathetic side.

"Shhhh....it's gonna be okay, Eddie...you're a strong one but let it out anyway..." Muttering those words out thoughtfully with such care as her shirt was gripped on and cried into. After that, the copper offered the beautiful gift of silence and continued with the gentle pets n' pats upon her back of quiet comforting. Gazing down toward the mechanical genius and feeling her shirt get soaked with tears, didn't take any special skill aside from some observation to tell how much suffering was going on here. Lots of turmoil...no one should struggle with this kind of pain alone. Those metal infused eyes slightly narrowed as a frown slid across her lips...yeah...no one should solo this girl's level of torment no matter how strong they were. Almost made her want to find this Jax guy and punch him in the gut for abandoning this girl.

He could have stayed, but he left. Maybe she would smack some sense into him if they crossed paths cause the way she talked, they were pals and friends aren't supposed to do this kinda crap. Right now, she was going to focus on being the better friend as much as possible. This upholder of the law normally had her life revolve around work but...this girl, her friend was a prime example of how sometimes friends should come first. Guilty of leaving people behind...it was work work work...that's how much she gathered so far. After seeing this, she'd try to be less focused on work when her friends came into the picture. That was a promise she made to herself.

Seeing her pull away, she actually blinked at how her shirt looked now. All those pain ridden tears laced up with sorrow...formed...a..happy face. Goodness! If she wasn't feeling so sympathetic, she'd whip out a camera and take a picture of this phenomenon! Nah, too soon for jokes like that. At the mention of doughnuts and coffee, she gave off a VERY slight smile and spoke up in her usual tone while looking back toward Eddie. "Did somebody say....doughnuts AND coffee?" Quirking a brow with her slightly stoic composure, she gestured her hand out and continued her little bit of banter.

"Lead the way, I'll follow like the loyally doughnut and coffee loving pig I am." Throwing in a bit more of a smile, she was still beside herself as to how much emotion she should show...but it was safe enough to be a bit less like a walking talking statue and more like how she used to be long ago. Back when she felt like it was alright to show off her true colors a bit more. Anywho, she was more than ready to follow along on a coffee fetching adventure! Soon as Eddie went on her merry way, Trish would be sure to follow.

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/epic music, ONE TRAVEL MONTAGE LATER

Donnie's Doughnuts wasn't quite what could have resulted from this kind of madness. It looked like one part barber shop quartet, one part confection-based insanity, one part french coffee shop, and was primarily upholstered and decorated with faded blue and white stripes... um, everywhere. The man behind the counter was... well, he could only be described as something like... DOUGHNUT LORD, or SIR CRUMPET. Something like Donnie would seem out of place with a curling, waxed stash like his and a head adorned with an old-timey milkman cap, his clothes immaculately clean, including the white rubber gloves he wore as he worked dough behind the counter.

His doughnutty day of DOOM was interrupted when Eddie practically kicked his door in, and let out a shout of elation, proclaiming to the world at large that, in fact, she "CRAVED HIS CONFECTIONARY MASTERY ABOVE ALL OTHERS", and that she would never settle for some "DUMBASS GROCERY STORE GARBAGE" or anything made by a man named "DICK". She was followed by a woman that gave the ultimate COP TIEM IS NAO vibe.

Eddie approached the bar and slammed her palm down.

"PleasedonthurtmeIpromiseIwilldowhateveryouwantIdontwannadieeeeeeeeemymoustacheistoocurlyformetodieImeanIhaveawifeand----!" Donnie wailed.

Eddie gave a long, slow blink at him before it seemed to finally register that she shouldn't shout at people like that, and proferred the 20 to Trish wordlessly.