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Harold Whistler ([personal profile] privateperson) wrote in [personal profile] primary_asset 2016-10-25 05:52 am (UTC)

Harold merely blinks in response, lips pressed together as he waits a few beats for John to stop being so amused by himself, then gives a slight shake of his head. "Things have changed but not that much," he says dryly. "No, I was thinking I might go looking for people to recruit."

It's a bit risky, considering he hardly has a plan in the first place but then, approaching John had been risky, too. Darrow isn't a crime-free city, though it may seem much tamer than what they'd dealt with in New York. Perhaps there isn't an all-knowing A.I. after them but there are still people who hurt others, innocents who need help. Leaving it all to the police isn't an option, not if there's a possibility they can do more.

"There's a criminal presence here, John," he says, lowering his voice. "There's violence and corruption, just like anywhere else, but the city is such a bizarre place that it all seems to take a backseat. At least, whoever's in charge of the media isn't keen on putting it in the headlines. I don't know much, not yet, but I can do more if we have the help. We need eyes and ears, John, and you know just as well as I do that we'll only spread ourselves thin if we go at it alone, especially without the Machine's help."

Harold leans back in his chair, sighing. "I've heard talk of something like a fight club. People go there to... oh, I don't know, take out their frustrations on each other, I suppose. I thought I might go. Observe."

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