The Fire Triangle -- Part II, Oxidizer

The Fire Triangle: Book II - Chapter 64

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The Fire Triangle

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Part Two:

Oxidizer

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Chapter 9: Conor's Story
(Continued...Part 15)

♪ "His fists was raised in fury
The signal came at dawn
An army at the ready
Their vengeance will be strong

The kingdom, will always make its worth
The martyr, will soon fall on his sword
The freedom, the battle rages on
The righteous, will be here when you're gone

Their voices clash with courage
Their two worlds did collide
It echoes through the ages
They bravely gave their lives" ♫

The Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On

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Once again, the topic of discussion was the accuracy of Conor's recollections.

"I can tell you this much, Ms. Hopps." Vern Rodenberg stood up from his chair and stretched his shoulders, "What he said about Russian gangsters having a weakness for lobster? Absolutely true; Mr. Big's underboss, Kozlov, puts them away by the truckload...king crab, too. "He capped his words with a throwaway shrug, "'Course, he's a polar bear, but still..."

"What does that have to do with...?" Erin started to ask, but then caught herself. "Oops, never mind." She had forgotten that the big, white bears were a semi-aquatic species-and noted for having large appetites

"No worries," the grey rat told her, smiling.

Not...quite; there was at least one worry that Erin felt she needed to address, though it had nothing to do with seafood...or Mr. Rodenberg. When she'd grabbed that lab-coat for Conor, it had turned out to be so big, she'd ended up tripping over it. To his credit, the young silver fox hadn't laughed...hadn't even needed to stifle any laughter.

But still...the reason for her near face-plant was that she'd been making a conscious effort NOT to look at him when she'd brought it over.

Why had she done that? Never mind; she needed a distraction, and she found one almost immediately.

"What about the McCrodons? You must have seen them scarfing lobster, uhmmm...while you were representing The Mister as his lawyer I mean."

She was answered with a solemn nod and a knowing look. "Sure did-and they were crazy for oysters, too...also just like Conor said. The Mister's older brother, Gerry, used to keep an ice-chest full of them, next to the desk in his office. Whenever he got agitated, he'd grab one, shuck it, and sling it down, almost without even thinking. I remember one time..." His voice deepened slightly, taking on a down east brogue, "Huh, how'd these shells♫ get all over my desktop?"