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What kind of frequency are these running on? [ he taps the map once, before flicking the tracker in peter's direction, assuming he'll catch it and moving on without leaving a moment for an answer ] It's good.

It's more than good, but you know that. They won't know what hit 'em.

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( he does catch it. let's pretend he's just that skilled and graceful, instead of genetically hotwired to react instantly to anything that came in his general peripheral.

the compliment isn't exactly expected and he could have said he didn't need one, and yet the flash of a smile indicates he appreciated it, anyway. Peter just isn't used to having someone that can intellectually stand up to him, much less outpace him. it's new and it could have been uncomfortable, but it isn't.

Peter doesn't respond to it other than that, though, at the very least determined to not make it weird. ) That's the idea. If they do know what hit 'em, then we're going to have a problem.

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What do you say we call on Ye Olde Mayor and make the sales pitch? Let me do the talking. [ he turns to face him, folding his arms ]

handwavey wrapish on this or maybe on yours?

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Yeah, okay. I can handle being the silent partner.

( he grins, clearly pleased. it'd help Audentes and it'd help the town, too. and yeah, fine, having someone he can turn to for advice? that was kind of nice, too.)