isthisart | dissonance

Dr. Cheung's at a funeral all day, so Linya decides to go up to London and see if Miles is out of his Mood.

Security has decided to be deeply unhelpful today. She is currently showing them various forms of ID and repeating in a slow, patient voice that she has been here before, there is not more than one of her, and she promises she is not there to assassinate her husband or whatever fool thing has them skittish today. Perhaps she shouldn't drop in while the captain's missing; it seems to make them worse. But she got in before while he was missing...

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thisvorlunatic

"Anyway, regardless of my identity, surely you can tell me who they are." He gestures up at the light. "And whatever Miles Version Two let slip about his origins." (Fuck, don't say he's a clone, don't say he's a clone. That would be much, much too weird.)

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alicornucopia

"He said he was a clone. Although he might well have been lying." Galeni heaves a sigh. "It's Komarrans."

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thisvorlunatic

"...bugger," sighs Miles. "Twice. Ugh, I think I've even seen the little shit once before - I was coming back from my adventure at the burning wineshop, and I saw myself in the mirror, wearing the wrong uniform and looking wrecked to hell. I was feeling pretty wrecked to hell at the time, so I chalked it up to a hallucination caused by some combination of stress and strong painkillers and forgot all about it. No wonder the clone story sprang to mind when I was talking to that reporter. And here I was thinking I was just a genius, and then wondering just now if I have some kind of magical power to make all my lies come true..."

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alicornucopia

"If only. You could talk your way out of here."

Edited Date: 2014-09-05 04:31 pm (UTC)

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thisvorlunatic

"I have actually talked myself out of similar situations multiple times in my life," says Miles, faintly cheered. "By the way, they are recording us, aren't they?"

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alicornucopia

Galeni points at the light.

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thisvorlunatic

Miles sighs. "Right, of course. So. Talk to me. What's all this been like from your point of view, from the time you disappeared?"

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alicornucopia

"Got a call from an old Komarran... acquaintance, asking to meet. I erased the call, which was a - mistake. But he led me to believe he knew something about your mysteriously mislaid orders. I had figured the lines of communication had been compromised from inside, but didn't dare lay charges without more evidence, so..."

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thisvorlunatic

"...ah," says Miles. "Yes. About that."

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alicornucopia

Galeni sighs.

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thisvorlunatic

"From my point of view - well, I thought the only good reason not to suspect you'd made off with my money was that you had not, in fact, made off. And then you did."

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alicornucopia

"Of course," says Galeni tiredly.

Edited Date: 2014-09-05 04:40 pm (UTC)

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thisvorlunatic

"Sorry," says Miles. "If we get out of here it shouldn't be that hard to clear your name, but, well, if we don't you're going down in history as the Komarran who booked it with my money and then circled back to kill me as an afterthought."

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alicornucopia

"All for nothing," breathes Galeni.

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thisvorlunatic

"Yeah. Of course," his mind runs on, "it's possible that the substitution plot will work, in which case we will have an entirely different set of problems which, hearteningly, we will still be too dead to care about."

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alicornucopia

"I am tremendously heartened," says Galeni in a dead voice.

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thisvorlunatic

Miles quirks a humourless little smile. "Me too. Right, so, you went to meet this man - without taking a beeper or a backup...?"

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alicornucopia

"Yes. And we had lunch and he attempted to suborn me."

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thisvorlunatic

"Did he succeed?" inquires Miles.

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alicornucopia

Galeni looks at Miles in utter confusion.

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thisvorlunatic

"Making this entire conversation a play for my benefit," Miles elaborates.

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alicornucopia

Galeni grimaces. "I told him," he says loudly in the general direction of the light fixture, "to get stuffed. But should have realized that he'd told me too much to dare let me go. But we exchanged guarantees and I turned my back on him and... let sentiment cloud my judgment. Which he did not. So here I am, until he gets over the surge of sentiment, eventually."