clandestinity | IC SPAM.

i know you know they mean well. right?

let's go to the hangar. the lower level, where the espionage planes are.

yeah, of course. it's just not what i need right now.

i knew you'd have hiding spots.

it's technically casper's, but we're borrowing it for a little while.

good enough. i won't tell her if you don't.

it can be our secret, boy scout.

[...] and i hope you do not hate rum because that is all i have.

it's my drink of choice, actually.

you have good taste.