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They air in the van was now thicker than before, if that was even possible, as Cass waits expectedly for shit to get started.
"Oh." Frenchie nudges Bellamy and pats Butcher's back as he swiftly moves over to the computer screen. "She's home."
"Someone fill me in, quickly, please." Cass sighs, crossing her arms. Butcher didn't exactly give her a detailed play by play.
"That's Popclaw, right?" A-Train's girlfriend?" Hughie asks and Cass's glare quickly lands on Butcher.
"Popclaw? You wasted my fucking time on C-List, washed up Popclaw?" She snaps at him.
Bellamy covers up a snort. He would be so inclined to agree, having thought the same already, if it was anyone else...
"Right before Hughie here dusted Translucent, the cunt coughed her up as a lead." Butcher answers her.
Cass's teeth scrap together as her jaw tightens. "Mmm, is that so?"
"She's the closest thing we got." Butcher tells her and they all gather around the screen as she stays back to observe as Frenchie pushes a small, cylinder camera out the side of the van.
She's stops to talk to some man at the stairs of the apartment.
"You think her and A-Train are, uh..." M.M. begins to ask.
"Yeah, playing bury the bishop." Butcher responds.
Cass raises a brow, feeling as though they're overestimating Popclaw's importance.
Bellamy forces himself to stop staring at her out of the corner of his eye and plops himself down next to Frenchie.
"Didn't hear nothing about it. I'm usually up on these things." M.M. says gruffly, crossing his arms.
"Maybe you've lost your touch." Cass voices smirk causing him to snap his head over his shoulder and she shrugs innocently.
Bellamy rolls his eyes, causing Frenchie to glance at him.
"Oh, now don't you start with me too..." M.M. shakes his head and Butcher quickly intervenes, getting back on track.
"According to Translucent, A-Train knows this bird inside out."
"And we're just supposed to take his word for it?" Cass asks, pushing herself off the side of the van. "Since he's such a reliable source and all?"
Butcher gives her a pointed look. "Well, we won't know until we see for ourselves, will we?" Cass breathes out through her nose, but remains silent. He nods. "All right. Let's get the bugs sorted, see for ourselves."
Hughie snaps his head with furrowed brows as Butcher moves to grab the box he got down, handing it off the Frenchie and Bellamy.
Hughie crouches down. "Where-Where'd you get this shit, Circuit City?" He chuckles lightly.
