Calling in sick

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Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that Wanda's lead turned out to be a bust; if you ask me, her friend scored a bad batch and earned himself a healthy dose of paranoia for his troubles. The bad news is that the four of us can hardly see straight, so we're going to call in sick for a couple of days and stay here. Trust me, it's for the best; 'Yana nearly burst into tears when we told her we were about to put her on another commercial international flight.

Wait, did I get my good news and my bad news mixed up again? I really can't tell at this point.

Anyway. The four of us are in London, and in London we'll stay, at least for a couple more days. Don't worry, we're still getting plenty of work done while we're here; it's nice to surprise contacts who think you're across the pond. Maybe if you're lucky we'll rustle up a rogue Cajun while we're at it. Or con my dad into buying us dinner or something, assuming he's still around.

Anybody want us to pick you up anything? Besides the keg of bitter we're bringing back Amanda, that is.

Speaking of...North, I expect you to have brought me back something pretty from Symkaria.