[voice]

[scoutsniper]

[It's been four days since the Carnival. Four days. Not five. Four. So here's a casual question, Wonderland.... ]

I'm going to make this quick.

How sure are we on the goddam intel that each death means a full day to come back?

[Yeah, that's pretty much it. He said quick, right?]

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[scoutsniper]

Yeah, exactly what I'm afraid of.

[Shit. Did he say 'afraid'? He didn't mean, you know, 'afraid'. Frank Castle doesn't do fear. ]

[choosetruth]

Does she have any ideas of what it might be?

[scoutsniper]

No. Said maybe one doesn't 'count'.

[Sounds fucking stupid. Like death has backsies or some shit.]

[choosetruth]

And no idea which one that could be?

[It's strange, to be certain, and they don't have enough people here who have died five times to be sure of anything.]

[scoutsniper]

She was too busy berating me for 'kidnapping' her to really go into details, okay?

[Yeah, sure, Georgia is going to make several bales of hay out of those details.]

I didn't kidnap her. [For the record. ]

[choosetruth]

[......The record has her doubts.]

Why did she think you did?

[scoutsniper]

No fucking clue.

[He was taking her into protective custody. Sort of.]

[choosetruth]

[Her voice hardens.]

I don't like being lied to. Did you take her somewhere against her will?