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<blockquote data-quote="Maerdwyn" data-source="post: 2535227" data-attributes="member: 835">Solomon thinks for a moment, and nods.&nbsp; &quot;Okay. Follow my lead,&quot; he says.&nbsp; The two of them walk our to Rook's car.&nbsp; If Rook is outside the car, fine, if he's inside, Solomon leans down to the window, hand on the window frame (knocking for Rook to roll it down if it's not already).&nbsp; When he speaks, it's level and matter-of-fact.&quot;All right Mr. Rook. We don't know what you think you know - but you obviously know that we don't want to have your sepculations making the evening news.&quot;So you have a choice to make, Mr. Rook. The truth is out there. Your choice right now determines whether or not you want to ever have a hope of getting any closer to it than you are right now, or whether you want to go back to working the drunks and frauds beat. You cooperate with us - fully - and you can help us find out the truth of what's going on here, and we can try to stop it. But what you learn is for you and you alone. Not a paper, not your editor, not your lawyer, not your camera: no one. 'Cause if that ever changes, we won't be able to protect you - we've tried before with others and failed.&quot;&quot;You agree to that condition, and to do what we say, and we're cool. We'll use whatever help you can provide, and you learn things that'll make you wish someone would pull the wool back over your eyes. ...But at least you'll know.&quot;&quot;If say no, or if you try to bargain for the right to tell the story afterwards, or give us any reason at all to think you can't be relied upon, that's fine. No hard feelings, and we don't charge you with anything. But we give you a ride back to Knoxville and a plane ticket from there to anywhere in the country you want to go, and you leave Groversville the *CED* behind you with only memories of poor, dismembered, unexplained Fido to keep you warm. You'll never hear from us again.&quot;&quot;So, Jake, what d'ya say?&quot;&nbsp; Solomon's eyes search Jacob's for a read on the guy.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maerdwyn, post: 2535227, member: 835"] Solomon thinks for a moment, and nods. "Okay. Follow my lead," he says. The two of them walk our to Rook's car. If Rook is outside the car, fine, if he's inside, Solomon leans down to the window, hand on the window frame (knocking for Rook to roll it down if it's not already). When he speaks, it's level and matter-of-fact. "All right Mr. Rook. We don't know what you think you know - but you obviously know that we don't want to have your sepculations making the evening news. "So you have a choice to make, Mr. Rook. The truth is out there. Your choice right now determines whether or not you want to ever have a hope of getting any closer to it than you are right now, or whether you want to go back to working the drunks and frauds beat. You cooperate with us - fully - and you can help us find out the truth of what's going on here, and we can try to stop it. But what you learn is for you and you alone. Not a paper, not your editor, not your lawyer, not your camera: no one. 'Cause if that ever changes, we won't be able to protect you - we've tried before with others and failed." "You agree to that condition, and to do what we say, and we're cool. We'll use whatever help you can provide, and you learn things that'll make you wish someone would pull the wool back over your eyes. ...But at least you'll know." "If say no, or if you try to bargain for the right to tell the story afterwards, or give us any reason at all to think you can't be relied upon, that's fine. No hard feelings, and we don't charge you with anything. But we give you a ride back to Knoxville and a plane ticket from there to anywhere in the country you want to go, and you leave Groversville the *CED* behind you with only memories of poor, dismembered, unexplained Fido to keep you warm. You'll never hear from us again." "So, Jake, what d'ya say?" Solomon's eyes search Jacob's for a read on the guy. [/QUOTE]

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