KIM KITSURAGI

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"Perhaps *you* can climb them. *We're* not climbing anything. I'm 43 years old -- and I plan to live to see 70."

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" The lieutenant is forced to yell over the futuristic music blasting from the speakers. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU DANCING WITH THAT BROKEN LEG OF YOURS?"

"You need to get your shit together."

"You didn't stop at all, did you? You're just obsessing about *other people's* sexuality now." ("Yeah, but...") "... but am I? I'll spare you another *20 hour mind-project* -- yes, I am. Now let's get back to work."

("You and me, we're on the same wavelength. It's why we're always finishing each other's... sandwiches.") "That happened exactly once, and only under extreme duress."

The lieutenant turns and gives you a barely perceptible nod. (I've softened him up. As best as I could. Now it's on you to finish the job.)

"Do you know what the worst part is, detective? The more time I spend with you, the more I feel myself *becoming* like you..." (Are there more terrible words to hear from your half-brother?)

"And..." he smiles: "We are still alive -- both of us."

"Could we make it less *poetic* somehow? Just a normal case name, you know? Think -- What would that be? A good *normal* name?"

("Yeah, I'm what they call a *master 'bater*.") The lieutenant lets out a long, nasal sigh.

"No, I can't... We can't walk around with you looking like this." His hand has already risen mid-air, but he stops. "Okay, fine. Go ahead. If you want to look like a walking mid-life crisis, then who am I to interfere?"

("I burned out all right.") "That's okay." He nods, then turns back to his own case files. "We all do, sooner or later."

"That is unhygienic. And dangerous. And it does not endear you to me -- just wanted to make that clear, okay?"

"No. Of course not. *We're* not peones. But *if* we were... and one of Madre's drivers were to be stealing from him -- then it's a good peone's job to find out who that is." (He's surprisingly good at this. Not bad at all... Look at him lurching.)

"Fine, if only to end this discussion: Theoretically, if I were a juvenile delinquent -- if I were to already be down that path -- I think 'PISSF****T' is the stronger of the two statements."

"A scoop of ice cream would have been nice, yes," the lieutenant agrees. Someone's stomach grumbles. The room feels very cold.

"Work *with* Pryce?" A crooked smile quivers on his lips. "I'm flattered, but I don't know if I..." (Would fit in? Am crazy enough? Can take the stress? He doesn't know how to finish the sentence.)

"Yes, uhm..." The lieutenant stares at your shaven face, his eyes narrowed. "Uhhhh..." he mumbles. "I don't know what to say." He coughs. "Perhaps..."

Through the sudden sharp pain in your head, you hear the lieutenant mumble something to himself. ("Fucking hell" and "Why me?" you hear through the white noise.)