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the sun had set by the time the three had gotten out of the uber at the library

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the sun had set by the time the three had gotten out of the uber at the library. sarah turned to john b. "so, the library's on the other side of the student centre. have you ever been here before?"

john shook his head. "i've never been to a college, no."

"that's a gap in your training." love smiled. "how do you like it?"

john shrugged. "so far, so good."

"so, my dad went here." sarah told them. "and then his dad went here, and then his dad's dad went here."

"that's pretty rough." john said.

sarah hums. "yeah, i know. he would have an absolute aneurysm if i didn't go here, which is kind of annoying, but what can you do? what about you?"

john glanced to her. "uh... college has never really been on my radar, so..."

love's phone started to ring and she pulled it out to see her dad was calling her and she turned her phone around so the two could see. "uh oh. it's my handler." she whispered.

"oh..."

love declined the call as she walked backwards, facing john and sarah. "i told him i was spending the night at sarah's house."

sarah winced and shot her a look. "shit, i told my dad i was spending the night at yours."

john raised his eyebrows. "and what would they think if he knew you two were with me?"

"we'd be hanged for treason." love grinned.

john gasped. "as a pogue sympathizer?" love hummed and he gasped again. "oh, my goodness." love and john simultaneously held their fingers up to their ears, as if they were talking into a real phone, while sarah just observed them. "you've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, francesca. wait a minute, did he kidnap you? or drug you?"

when love spoke, she had a french accent. "no, i came of my own recognizance, following a lead."

"ohh. do we know this enemy?" john questioned.

love nods. "you do. he used to work for you."

john held his hand over his mouth. "no, no, no. it's not the scuba thief, is it?"

"he is not what you think." love grinned.

"goodness gracious, he's working some good psyops on you, fran." john said. "he's a smooth operator."

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