“We have a location on the girl. Repeat. We have a location, over.”
“Roger that, Mission. Honing in… now.”
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It was the first meeting of the local Umbrella Club chapter, and not all were invited, namely: men.
And *especially* Albert, who could only view the proceedings from afar, say 200 meters. That’s as close as his ankle bracelet would allow, which was probably a good thing. He just wanted to check up on her, he rationalized about the spying, make sure she’s not up to any trouble. Or if she was, he wanted to know. And, he also thinks, I suppose *this* counts. Just like the case with Franklin, pheh.
He never got around to taking off his hat, which could explain why he’s here.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 