#Had chores up the wazoo today then my boss calls me in for tomorrow and the weekend

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[Text]: I'm sending one of Croc's friends over with something we found that might be helpful in finding him. We think it's one of the tranq darts Chimera used. (Ratctchr)

The sound of a new alert on his burner phone caught his attention, Roman immediately flipping the thing on to view the incoming message. An eyebrow raises beneath the mask when he see it’s from the Ratcatcher, bearing promising news no less. Dark eyes scan the other man’s message; it’s hard not to feel a shred of satisfaction that Otis might have learned his lesson since their little talk, but more important was the message he’d sent, and whoever Croc’s ‘friend’ might happen to be. His fingers fly, responding curtly the way he always does. [Text]: We’ll see about that. Mind telling me about this ‘friend’ on their way? Wouldn’t want my boys getting jumpy and mistake friend for foe.