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Chains of the Dragon (23009 words) by thesavagesabretooth
October 3, 2028– 5:30 pm
Apollo felt more drained than ever when he limped his way back to the office after the long docket of the day’s cases.
Apollo, I don’t know if we can keep doing this. This is unsustainable. The voice of Apollo’s slain companion, Clay Terran whispered in his ear as it often did.
It’ll be fine. We’re fine, Apollo reassured him. But it was hard to reassure someone who shared your mind, and your heart, and Apollo knew that Clay could feel that his bravado was lacking. Apollo felt a comforting wave over him in response, as if Clay were wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.
They’d been living like this for nine months now, sharing a body after Clay had been murdered. Neither of them quite understood how it had happened– the power of love– the power of Apollo needing Clay so badly– the power of Clay not being ready to go. At first when Apollo had started to hear his voice, he thought he was going crazy from grief, but Pearl, Phoenix Wright’s spirit medium friend, had told them what was really happening. That Clay was really there. That Apollo was possessed.
And that if they stayed that way, eventually there probably wouldn’t be two people in the body any more. There’d be one.
So far they had tackled that problem simply by refusing to confront it. Apollo wanted Clay to be there. Clay wanted to be there. That was all there was to it. But they were running slowly out of time. And the situation in Khura’in wasn’t exactly giving them time to breathe and figure it out.
Apollo closed his eyes for a moment as he hesitated outside of Justice Law Offices, and returned Clay’s spiritual embrace, letting the moment draw itself clearly in his mind– Clay’s smiling face, and his arms tight around him.
Then they brushed their fingers through their hair, and pushed the door of the office open, ready– at least a little bit– to face the world again.
It wasn’t like the world was going to back off any time soon.
“We’re fine,” Apollo repeated out loud, under his breath.
“Hey! Kiddo! What was that? Didn’t quite catch it!"
They both nearly startled out of their shared skin when Datz seemed to pop up from nowhere in the office, loud and surprising as usual.
"Datz!! What the heck are you doing here?”
The handsome older man grinned, cocky as ever and rubbed his jaw. “Oh, you know. I saw how you and ‘Yuta were flagging this morning and I figured I’d do what I can to help, you know?”
Clay looked around the office dubiously. It looked untouched. “Thanks, Datz. Uh, what did you do?”
“I made some tea! Oh, and I cleaned the bathroom, and watered the plants.”
It’s not much. Apollo agreed. But it was really nice of him.
“Thanks, uncle Datz,” Apollo smiled and shouldered his way into the room, tugging off his outer robe and letting it flop on the back of the couch. “I’d love some tea.”
“Coming right up, kiddo! Take a load off.”
Apollo obeyed, flopping himself down with his robe on the couch. It was easier than arguing, even though there was a ton of paperwork he had to do to get ready for tomorrow’s cases. If Uncle Datz wanted to fuss over him, it was hard to say no.
“Thanks.” he smiled, watching him bustle around the room, pouring tea and bringing it over. “I appreciate it, but it’s not like you’re not busy too, right? I mean that stuff we talked about in Nahyuta’s office yesterday morning…”
Apollo had been trying not to dwell on it, since he’d agreed to help Datz talk to the Dragons. His uncle had said he’d need time to get in contact and set up some kind of meeting, so Apollo was left in limbo, waiting.
He trailed off as Datz pushed a warm teacup into his hand.
“I mean I’m not gonna lie, kid, that stuff’s pretty bad. But not bad enough that I can’t take time out for you, right?” Datz sat down on the couch next to him, a cup of tea of his own in hand, and Apollo immediately let his head rest against the other man’s shoulder.
“Kinda feels like you’re the only one who can manage that trick,” he murmured. “The rest of us are running around like chickens with our heads cut off.”
“So I’ve noticed. You guys have got to take a little time. I mean, I know rebuilding the country isn’t easy but it seems like, I donno, even one fewer case per day–”
Apollo sighed and sipped his tea. “Yeah, but we’ve done the numbers, Datz. This is the bare minimum to actually make any kind of prog–”
He found his sentence cut off by a sharp and insistent pounding on the door of the office.
The pounding rang clearly before it stopped for a moment…some muffled voices rang from behind it, including one that rose almost to the point of understandability, before the door flung open with a bang.
Trucy Wright stood framed in the doorway, the bright Khurainese sky behind her as she stood flanked by the two twin girls and holding umbrellas. The feisty magician’s piercing eyes oriented firmly on Apollo as she tossed her cloak to flutter behind her.
“The adorable and devilish magical girl, Trucy Wright has arrived!” she chirped, and pointed her hand towards Apollo. “Surprised, Mr. Justice?”
“Trucy?” Apollo sputtered, feeling suddenly locked up and as if he must be dreaming. “What are you doing here?”
October 3, 2028– 5:45 pm
It had been a nearly 24 hour flight. And then a bus ride up into the mountains. Trucy had slept through some of it at least. Enough to be able to drag herself through the foreign marketplace in the evening sun.
The team had split up– to cover more ground Klavier had said, even though that was ridiculous–, with Klavier and Ema headed to the palace to see about accommodations, while they’d send Trucy and her coterie of De Fammes straight to the Justice Law Offices on Ema’s directions.
‘Cover more ground’ her butt.
But at the very least it meant she– and the De Fammes– would be the first people to confront Apollo. As his sister, well, his half sister, it was only right and proper.
Betty had grabbed their arms while Bonny was gawking at a bird on the street– pointing out the sign for the very place that they were looking for.
Trucy had barely remembered to knock. She sure as heck hadn’t waited for someone to answer. She’d thrown the door open, and now she found herself standing– almost dreamlike– on the threshold of the office where her brother had been staying for months.
Apollo sure looked surprised. At least she could feel good about her entrance.
“Trucy?” Apollo sputtered, looking up at her from where he sat, tea in hand, on a couch in the small space. “What are you doing here?”
“Huh? It’s not a client?” An older man in military fatigues who looked vaguely familiar looked up from where he was sitting next to Apollo.
“NO, I’m not a client! I’m Apollo’s si–BOSS,” she declared with bravado. Command the attention of the audience always. That was a magician’s forte.
Beside her, Bonny leaned over with a smile and gave him a shy wave. “Hello Mr. Justice. Mr…” she squinted at the older man “uhm. Soldier , sir.”
The military guy gave a friendly wave as Apollo continued to sputter. “Boss, huh? Uuuh, kiddo did you forget to tender a resignation or something?”
Apollo set down his tea and dragged his hands down his face. “No. Yes? Sort of. Look– Trucy, I’m happy to see you but what are you doing here? And what’s with the girls– wait, hold on is that the De Fammes?”
Betty crossed her arms. “Tch obviously. We even dressed up for the occasion, so you better be worth it, monk boy.”
“Monk boy?” Apollo looked from Trucy to Betty.
“They did dress up for the occasion, Apollo.” Trucy crossed her arms with a smile, watching his baffled expression with an almost guilty amount of amusement.
Bonny ducked her head apologetically.
“It’s nice to see you again…sorry, my sister’s just…she’s just a little crabby from the plane ride and heard a lot about your new ah…vocation..from Trucy.”
“I’m not crabby!” Betty snapped, scowling. Obviously, not very crabby at all.
Trucy huffed. “I’m happy to see you too, Apollo…but we’re here for a very, very good reason.”
‘Okay, uh, come in?“ Apollo said, clearly struggling to find his footing. Which Trucy wasn’t the least bit unhappy about. It meant she had the upper hand. "Is Mr. Wright with you? Is it an emergency?”
“Maybe he’s back to help you with the cases, eh? eh?” The man in military fatigues– Trucy finally remembered his name was Datz– elbowed Apollo in the arm.
“Datz….incorrect.” Trucy said with a grin as she sauntered inside and waved her entourage in behind her.
She slipped over to lean on the back of the couch with a cheerful smile. In poker, in magic, and in life, you had to press your advantages and use everything you had to keep the upper hand.
She intended to do just that.
“Daddy’s still back home in LA, dealing with…like, gosh, all kinds of dumb stuff.” she put her finger to her lips.
She saw Bonny enter, nervously glancing from side to side to try and find somewhere to sit before defaulting…as she often did, to looking at her sister with wide eyes.
“And we didn’t bring any defense lawyers to help you…sorryyyy…”
Betty had strode confidently along behind Trucy, and hopped up to perch herself in a flanking position– a very sexy flanking position– sitting along the top of the couch, leaning distractingly towards Datz.
Apollo rubbed his neck. “Okay, so, what are you here for? Just to visit? Shouldn’t uh, school be starting soon?”
School had in fact been in session for a month.
“I’m on a leave of absence.” Trucy said confidently, as Bonny seemed to catch the gist of the grift and hurried over to take the other side in a mirror of her sister with a cute if lazy smile on her face. “See…there’s some things more important than school…like saving you from sequestering yourself into the life of a legal monk in a country that’s got Miss Judge Justine Courtney talking about human rights violations.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Apollo stared at her agape for a moment. Trucy could tell she had him absolutely cornered. Scratch that– maybe she had gone too hard– he looked like he was on the edge of panic.
Trucy blinked and waved her hand for the De Fammes to stand down some–Bonny seemed a little confused and whispered, “this wasn’t how you said it was supposed to go, Miss Trucy…”
Trucy’s lips twitched in a nervous smile.
“Mmhmm…” she put her hands on her hips “…Apollo. Look, I gotta talk to you, okay? Deep breaths, yeah?”
Apollo looked back and forth between Trucy, the girls, and Datz. He did, in fact, take deep breaths, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Okay… I mean, like I said, I’m glad to see you. But maybe we could talk somewhere quieter? I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with your uh, bunny posse here.”
Betty grinned meanly. “We get that a lot.”
Bonny however held her hands up, her umbrella bouncing on her shoulder. “Sorry Mr. Justice!”
Trucy rubbed her face. “Slright let’s …does this place have a side room that isn’t like, a bathroom? Can we go in there? Or can you show me a teahouse or something?”
“There’s a side room,” Apollo said. “It’s uh, my bedroom currently. If you don’t mind that.
Datz waved. "If you guys wanna stay in the office, I could take these two out for tea. My treat.”
“You know what, Mr. Rebel..that sounds like it’d be nice!” Trucy pointed to him. “I know Bonny and Betty would love that!”
Bonny spun her umbrella “your treat? I’m a little curious about Khura’in tea…”
Betty mirrored the gesture but with a more sinister grin. “If it’s your treat, I don’t care. Get on it.”
October 3, 2028– 6:05 pm
With Apollo looking on dumbfounded, finally the crowd made their exit, and the spotlight remained on Trucy.
“Soo…yeah.” Trucy plopped herself on the couch. “We heard that you were still the only lawyer in Khura’in and me and Klavier got talking…”
Apollo held his hands up defensively. “Whoa, whoa. Don’t I get a ‘hi, Apollo, it’s nice to see you?’ or anything? What’s this about Klavier? Don’t tell me he’s here too!”
Trucy blinked and flashed her best smile.
“Hey Apollo! It’s so super great to see you! Sorry, I’ve been kinda in a frenzy for a few days and I’ve forgotten myself!” She bonked the top of her head and stuck out her tongue. “sorry…but it is great to see you!”
She dodged the question of Klavier for now.
Apollo smiled tensely, and reached over to squeeze her shoulder. “It’s great to see you too. Did you just get in, Trucy? When was the last time you slept?”
“I dunno…a day ago? Time gets all fucky on a plane trip like that.” She took a deep breath. “We just got in a little bit ago. Ema’s working out getting us a place to sleep, but I had to come see you right away.’
“Okay, so what I’m hearing is that you haven’t slept in about a whole day. I’m going to keep that in mind when we talk.” He chuckled like it was a joke, but Trucy could tell he was serious. “Datz just made some tea before you guys came in– can I get you some?”
Apollo’s demeanor had changed pretty abruptly from his panicked look a few minutes ago, and as he got up, Trucy started to suspect that she wasn’t actually talking to her brother, but to the ghost who had been sharing his body since December.
Clay Terran, Apollo’s best friend and–it turned out– his longtime boyfriend. The tragic death had somehow linked the two together in a strange sort of possession that Trucy had heard would one day lead to either one leaving, or the two becoming one mingled entity.
Clay was a pretty nice guy, but to Trucy he was still kind of an unknown, albeit an unknown Trucy liked. She’d only gotten to know him a little in the relatively short amount of time between Cauli and Apollo’s departure with them all to Khura’in and subsequent self-exile.
“Yeah…some tea sounds great actually. Thanks…Clay?”
He looked back over his shoulder with an awkward, un-Apollo-like smile with crinkled edges, and shrugged. “Whoops, caught. Sorry– Apollo got kind of overwhelmed so I just… took over for a minute while he cools down.”
He stepped over to the stove and started pouring hot green tea from a ceramic pot.
Trucy rubbed the back of her neck with a tired smile.
“Yeah, that’s fair. Sometimes I wish I could switch out with someone for a little bit while I relaxed, ya know?” She shook her head with a sigh. Maybe this would actually make some of this easier. “To answer his question yeah, Klavier’s here, he’s with Ema. Daddy wasn’t about to let me go alone this time…Cauli was already a difficult sell and he went along then anyway!”
“That makes sense,” he nodded. He brought over the tea and offered it to her with that same crinkled, embarrassed smile. “So it’s you, Klavier, Ema, and those two– uh– Bonny and Betty?”
“The De Fammes, yeah.” Trucy took the tea. “when I told them about it, Betty basically bullied her way into the trip so she could watch it turn into a possible mess. Also I think she may want to kick in a temple door for kicks.”
“Oh.” He chuckled and shook his head, sitting down on the couch again next to her. As he tossed his head, Trucy noticed that their hair wasn’t so gelled as she was used to seeing it, and it bounced around Apollo’s face. “She’s aggressive like that I guess. But from what I’ve put together this is a pretty uh, aggressive expedition?”
Trucy reached out and tugged his hair curiously before she let go to sip her tea.
“I dunno if I’d call it ‘aggressive’…but some stuff kinda made it…important. A lot’s going on, and even worse than that we heard some stuff from Judge Courtney about the state of things here that got us real worried.”
“Ack! Hey!” he laughed as she tugged his hair and he leaned toward her. “Okay… I think we’re ready to hear whatever it was you had to say about why you came.”
“Well…first, I guess…like…did you guys KNOW that there’s a discussion about human rights violations relating to the whole DCA and the state of the prison? Judicial conferences are talking about it, maybe even Interpol might get involved!”
“Well, I–” he rubbed the back of his neck as she spoke, then seemed to jolt as she mentioned Interpol. “What? It’s that serious? Interpol?”
“Yeah, Clay! Interpol!” Trucy pouted at him “Judge Courntey said basically we should get you guys the heck out of here and let international politics sort it out!”
She leaned against his shoulder and sipped his tea “…and that’s not even the original reason we decided to come here!”
He bit his lip and ran his fingers through his loose hair as she sipped her tea. At least the tea was good– a rich, earthy blend.
“I mean, that would be a good reason on its own. I’m a little nervous to ask what the other reason might be.”
“First of all..” she took a longer sip of the tea. “Klavier’s miserable. Heartbroken even! When he heard you guys weren’t coming back without even saying a word or even goodbye, he looked like someone kicked him in the heart! We came up with the plan like, then and there.”
Clay grimaced, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Shit… is that really it? I didn’t think things were that serious with Klavier.”
“–I mean, they weren’t that serious!” Apollo– it was definitely him as their tone and posture shifted sharply to Apollo’s tense posture– whined. “I can’t believe he’d just fly out here without even trying to call or something first, except I totally can believe that.”
Trucy watched him flop back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling.
She sipped her green tea again. “I kinda encouraged him, actually.”
He sighed and pushed his palms against the top of his face, covering his eyes.
“Uuuugh… Trucy, why would you do that? I’m sure you were trying to help but–” He shook his head, still covering his face. “Klavier doesn’t even know about Clay, alright? I just needed some time alone. It’s not like he ever called or texted me either.”
“I mean, it’s not exactly easy to call or text you out here, Apollo!” Trucy puffed out her cheeks. “…but …but I had a super good reason to do it, okay? A critical reason!”
“The interpol thing? Or what?” Apollo sat limply, with his full arms over his face now, looking exhausted.
“Daddy talked to me about something important the other day.” Her fingers tightened on the cup, and her heart rate started to spike. She could feel herself prickling with nerves and frustration.
She didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time she had to. It was something that’d change everything about their relationship in a moment– but she couldn’t be the only one of them to know.
He uncovered his face and sat up a little, crossing his arms protectively over his chest and giving her a probing look.
“Mr. Wright? What did he have to say?”
Trucy bit her lip.
“So…so you know my mother? And how my real daddy and his partner shot her in the head and killed her?”
He frowned deeper, and Trucy could see the little crease between his brows. He had no idea where she might be going with this, for certain. “Yeah?”
“Turns out she’s super not dead.” Trucy laughed weakly “and Daddy knew about it. He’s actually been talking with her s-since before Vera Misham’s trial.”
Apollo leaned forward, and suddenly his hand was on her shoulder. “What? and he kept that from you?”
His eyes were wide, and the consternation in his voice was replaced with concern underwritten by a low current of obvious anger.
Trucy’s lips twitched in a shaking smile. She shrugged her shoulders under his hand
“Yeah, crazy right? But the person who swore him to secrecy was mommy herself. So… I dunno. Apparently she asked him not to say anything after she got her memory back. Because she was amnesiac until after that whole mess at the Gavineers’ show.”
She shifted to lean into his touch and to look up at him with an almost pained grin. “Cause surprise! Lamiroir is actually Thalassa Gramarye! And she’d been shot in the head and exiled by Grandpa with no memories until like… right then! And she didn’t think it was a good time to tell me jack shit!”
“What?” the strangled tones of Apollo’s chords of steel washed over her as he pulled her closer, his mouth open.
Trucy grabbed his shoulder in return with an increasingly manic smile, her distress washing over her like a wave. The cup of tea…thankfully empty, fell to her lap.
“Crazy, right? but that’s not all!” She poked his chest with her free finger “Mommy wasn’t just my mommy! No, no…she had a husband before she got together with Daddy! And HIS name was one Mr. Jove Justice! Isn’t that nuts??”
“Jove— WHAT??” Apollo’s chords hit a strangled note that Trucy wasn’t sure she’d ever heard before, and he looked faint. “I’m sorry what??”Trucy winced at the sound of his voice hitting a register she frankly didn’t think he COULD reach. Still, she squeezed his shoulder. “Justice. Jove Justice! The wandering minstrel and the future siren of the ballad…meaning we have the same mommy, Apollo…which makes YOU my big brother! Surprise!!”
Apollo’s hand left her shoulder long enough to squeeze the bracelet on his opposite wrist. He stared at her, sputtering.
“You– you’re serious? You’re not joking?”
She dropped back on the couch with a laugh.
“Nope! I’m not joking one little bit! I mean…it makes sense, doesn’t it?” She tipped her hat off and Her eyes bored into him. “our hair does the same thing…it’s the same color…we look alike… …we can both see when people are lying. The same…exact…weird ability.”
Apollo stared at her, wide eyed and hugged his arms to his chest again. “I can’t– I can’t believe this. Like, that’s something we joked about! Not something real! Trucy, all my family’s dead, this can’t– it’s not– is it really true?”
He looked at her, mouth half open and seeming as helpless and lost as she had been when her daddy had first told her.
Trucy nodded. She felt hot, her eyes were tearing up and she felt the same pervading helplessness that had initially overwhelmed her when talking to her daddy.
Her shoulders shook as she managed to speak.
“It wasn’t a joke , t-turns out. I thought my family was all dead too. Dead , gone, dead. Daddy disappeared and then Mr. Gavin murdered him for it. Mommy was shot in the head. But she’s not dead. She’s alive , and we’ve SPOKEN to her, the both of us…and daddy confirmed that..that she’s really your mom too.” She smiled weakly. “which means you’re my family. And you vanished too.”
“I– I–” he hiccuped and she saw his hands trembling. “I need a minute. Holy shit. You’re serious. This is real? Lamiroir? But– why wouldn’t she–?—”
“Hey, hey, calm down, deep breath, Justice, deep breath.” He cut himself off– or rather, Clay seemed to cut Apollo off, taking a long, shuddering deep breath.
Trucy shook her head.
“I dunno. Maybe she was scared we’d react like this, sorry. Sorry Clay.” She sunk into the couch and pressed her hands to her face. “When I heard it I couldn’t deal with the idea of…of him sinking deeper and deeper into things here and never coming home. I mean…things haven’t gotten better and it’s been months!”
“Yeah no, that’s fair, Trucy,” Clay said, still sucking in deep, slow breaths on her brother’s behalf. “Holy shit though. We’re– you’re brother and sister, huh? Should have guessed it…”
“Y-yeah.” she said, hugging her hat to her chest. “It’s pretty obvious in hindsight, huh? Wonder how long everyone else knew. Brother and sister. Half, I guess. But both of us Gramarye’s.”
“Wild. Wild, Trucy. It’s a lot. But hey–” trembling, they opened their arms. “Hug, maybe?”
“Wuh?” Trucy blinked up at them with a shaky smile. Tears stung her eyes again, and she couldn’t stop herself from hiccuping. “…Y-yeah. Hug. A hug sounds real nice.”
She practically threw herself against them in a tight hug, her hat tumbling off to the side.
They squeezed her tightly and she felt Apollo bury his face in the crook of her shoulder. “He- hehe– I have a sister…”
Trucy squeezed him tighter.
“Heheh…and I’ve got a big brother. A huge dork of a b-big brother too.” Tears began to leak down her face and patter onto his shoulder, but she refused to let go to wipe them away.
She felt a wet heat on her own shoulder as her brother’s tears stained the fabric there, and he held her close.
“Thanks… thanks Trucy, for coming out here to tell me…”
Trucy nodded against him with a quiet and shaky breath.
“Yeah, I mean…I wasn’t gonna let you stay in the dark.” She squeezed him tighter. “…but I didn’t come just to tell you.”
He squeezed her again, and she heard his shaky single syllable reply in question.
“I don’t wanna lose my brother, Apollo. I know Mom’s alive and everything but…I find out you’re my brother and you’ve already left to half a world away? And not only that…you’re probably never gonna come back.”
He sniffled and straightened up a little, wiping his face. “I never said I wasn’t going to come back, Trucy, that isn’t fair. There’s just so much work here. We’re still catching up. I can’t– I can’t leave Nahyuta and Rayfa here alone to take it all on themselves.”
Trucy wiped at her eyes with her palms.
“…Rayfa and Nahyuta. That prosecutor and the princess…I..I remember them but why the heck are they taking on everything by themselves anyway?” She looked up at him with a confused pout. “I mean…you’ve been here for months! Don’t tell me you guys really, really are the only defense attorney and prosecutor in the whole damn country? I told Justine that and her eyes bugged out of her head!”
“I know it sounds crazy, Trucy, but it’s for real. No one else will touch it with a ten foot pole.” He sniffled again and rubbed his face. “It’s like I said in my letters, all any of the three of us have been doing is trying cases, and sleeping. And we’re not doing a lot of sleeping. We– we’re making progress though. Some progress…”
Trucy put her hands on her knees, leaning towards him even with tears still running down her face.
“You’re going to work yourself to death! You and that sad monk! It’s not FAIR that they’ve got you working, day in and day out with no help! Even at the Wright Anything Agency we gave you breaks! Days off! This shouldn’t be all your responsibility, Apollo!”
Apollo leaned toward her, his forehead touching hers, and she felt the exhaustion in his voice.
“Maybe it shouldn’t. But it is, Trucy. It is my responsibility. I can’t just stop.”
Trucy closed her eyes tightly “…why? Why’s it your responsibility, Apollo?”
‘Because this is my home, Trucy. These are my people,“ his voice was shaking. "Even if it isn’t by blood. Even if you’re my sister– Dhurke was my father in his own way, and I have to take care of his legacy. I can’t just let him and all of Khura’in down. Not after everything he fought and died for.”
Legacy. Inheritance. The weight of responsibility.
It was all eerily similar to a conversation she’d had with Vera a few weeks before, when the weight of the Gramarye name struck her full force while trying to console the artist over her father’s abuse and her flagging inspiration.
“Of course not…” she trailed off. “not after everything he died for, I guess. But the weight of a whole fricking country shouldn’t be on one guy’s shoulders, Apollo.”
She looked at her lap “legacy doesn’t mean it’s okay to …to let it crush you under its weight. And as far as I can tell, two men and a princess can’t undo like…decades of corruption all by themselves and nobody here even wants to help a little!”
“You’re telling me, Trucy,” he sighed, and he squeezed her again. “I don’t know– I can’t– I can’t leave while the country and the legal system is in this state. But maybe you can help me find some kind of solution, so that I can come back to LA sooner? You and me are pretty good at putting our heads together, right?”
Trucy smiled awkwardly at him.
“I mean, we’ve been known to solve a problem or two, yeah.”
She gave him a squeeze “the brain cells of the Wright Anything Agency were always good for something, right?” She chuckled weakly. “I’m..i’m sure we can find a solution to decades of political strife and a law that had Justine Courtney looking like she was about to puke! I really mean that, 100%!”
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