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[ The whole thing was completely unbelievable, there was no doubt about that. Who would've thought that typing random numbers into your phone after a search for cough syrup would turn up an untraceable network filled with what looked like bunch of crazy people? At least, calling them "crazy" seemed like the most likely conclusion. It occurs to him that he really should be doing his job, but sheer curiosity kept him looking through the posts.

Besides, it could all be related to his assignment. Somehow (okay, that was maybe reaching just a little, but what exactly can a guy do?). So, he begins to type on his phone, not quite sure what sort of person will turn up. ]

So let me guess: This is all an elaborate viral advertising campaign for cough syrup, right?

[ Well crap. Sarcasm doesn't quite translate that well through text, now does it? Still, it seemed like the better option than broadcasting either his face or voice, where (to the right person) he might as well just say "FBI agent here! Ask me about my entire life". ]

Unless any of you have a better explanation. Because from where I'm sitting, cough syrup advertising still looks a lot more likely than "aliens" and "robots".

[ Still, as they always say, sometimes "the truth is stranger than fiction". ]

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Not for now.

[ There... wasn't much left to say was there? ]

It was nice to—

[ No wait. ]

Thanks for explaining some things, Anthony, given the circumstances. If you need to get in contact with me... [ a pause ] You can call me "Garrus".

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[scramasax]

[At the first phrase his head tips down a little, eyes drop, a partial "understood" nod.

On the second his jaws don't separate but loosen - figures he's completing the sentence, has a "nice to meet you, too" ready - clamps them tight again at the cutoff.

The preface to the man giving his own name has Anthony's brow tensing slightly - interest, not so much concern. "If you need to get in contact with me", had asked if he was in some manner of trouble - is he... police? Or some such?

Ducks his head again, holds back another "sir" - ] -- Yes, Garrus.

[Tentatively picks up, in a high note - ] -- Are you -- ...?

[There's no non-daft or prying way to ask this - takes a shot.]

-- What uhm. -- Why do -- ...Is there a - reason you - say that, if - I may ask... -- I apologize, I'm uhm - only curious...

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Hey, don't worry.

[ Friendly reassurance. After all, the kid's been through enough. ]

I don't want to share too much [ after all, he hasn't really given his name out to anyone who hasn't known him prior to the network ] but I am affiliated with the police.

But think on a more national level.

[ That should get the point across, even if it wasn't exactly what you'd call "subtle". ]

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[A split second and then his brows lift.] -- Oh - ... [A bit less held-back and voiced. Inelegant, but should likewise make the understanding apparent.

Shoves himself straighter with a cough.]

-- I understand -- is it -- [Still grinding along out of aforementioned cough somewhat.] -- will you need to know -- anything - else -- about -- all this - ? I'll s - see what I can think of - ... [A peter back out to a softer if distinctly padded whisper, fine of him to swing it back around to assumption it's on the point that the manhad already said he's got nothing else to ask on for now.]

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I'm getting the feeling that I will definitely like to know more later.

[ But as for right now... ]

I think I've had almost too much excitement for one night, Anthony. Unless there's anything else you think I need to know about right away, don't worry yourself too much.