(Characters: Brian, Sam
Setting: Restaurante Terraza. Lunchtime)
Brian: Those perforated markings are a little too perfect too leisurely.
Sam: They could have been done quickly though.
Brian: How.
Sam: Spray paint and a large card a stencil.
Brian: Oh I see that.
Sam: Yes like here and again here spray and lift spray and lift measuring the edge of the card against.
Brian: Against what the window frame maybe.
Sam: Could be I haven’t worked it out yet.
Brian: I’m still not convinced that this is worth so much attention.
Sam: The Commissioner can’t afford any surprises.
Brian: Well we’ll dig to the bottom and find a handful of kids what do you bet.
Sam: Or cops.
Brian: You’re joking is that just a rumor cops or.
Sam: Just a hunch.
Brian: Doesn’t make sense.
Sam: You hope it doesn’t make sense.
Brian: No I don’t buy it.
Sam: Keep an open mind that’s all just keep an open mind.
Brian: I’ll put money on my scruffy kids.
Sam: Who put them up to it though.
Brian: Not some fascist provocateurs with badges you don’t think.
Sam: Who said anything about fascist.
Brian: What else who else would have anything to gain from the attention.
Sam: I’m not sure.
Brian: Well if it was cops then surely they’d be working for the clampdown a way of justifying their and well our existence.
Sam: Anyway.
Brian: Too messy too complicated.
Sam: We’ll have to wait and see if anything else crops up.
Brian: Is there much of a buzz from our friendly talkatives.
Sam: No nothing.
Brian: Surprising they’re usually leprous with rumors.
Sam: They’ve really slowed down on the ghost sightings the past year.
Brian: Tired of pushing their luck maybe.
Sam: Or they’ve gotten more professional.
Brian: Have you mentioned your cops theory to the Commissioner yet.
Sam: No and I’m not planning to.
Brian: Okay so we wait and see.
Sam: For now we’ll say we’re leaning towards a bunch of kids.
Brian: Thank you.
Sam: And just between you and me cops in a distant second.
Brian: Sure.
Sam: And in third place.
Brian: You’ve got a third well now we’re talking real progress.
Sam: What about a couple of sincere anarchists.
Brian: Announcing themselves that straightforward.
Sam: Why not why not just spreading the good news.
Brian: They’d have to be very dumb.
Sam: That’s not a problem a couple of very dumb very sincere anarchists.
Brian: No I don’t buy it.
Sam: Too what.
Brian: The city’s the heart of informantsville eyes everywhere ears everywhere you can’t turn the corner without bumping into an internal exile doing penance till he or she gets to go back home no the internals and politicals are self-regulating not a peep and who can blame them.
Sam: Anarchists in Tierra de Serpientes it is a stretch isn’t it.
Brian: Do you want me to pinch the girls at Justice see who’s up for the next amnesty.
Sam: Hell if that faggot Primus wins the election they’ll all be up.
Brian: And do remember all headed back to the capital.
Sam: You’re right you’re right.
Brian: So we wait and pray for a pansy landslide and our problem’s solved.
Sam: All in a day’s work Detective.
Brian: How is yours by the way.
Sam: The eel’s a little on the burnt side but the orange filling is really good.
Brian: I was wondering what.
Sam: Bitter orange soaked overnight in milk.
Brian: My wife and her sister have been talking about eating here I’ll have to recommend it.
Sam: More adventurous than you in that department.
Brian: Always have been the both of them actually built like gazelles with the appetites of tigresses.
Sam: Lucky man.
Brian: Poor man on this salary.
Sam: Tell me about it.