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What the hell kind of place was this? With everything that the Agency had put him through, Bobby Hobbes had learned that expecting the unexpected just couldn’t cut it. From a man with poisonous skin, to a woman who can turn you old with a bite, that retrovirus that made him a genius, and whatever the hell else had left him confused, annoyed, and desperately needing a vacation. “What…” he paused, shifted his grip on the box of donuts he was carrying and glanced around. Well, that he had been carrying around until just a minute ago. Instead there was now a bracelet on his wrist, and Hobbes immediately tried to remove it, not doing much more than scratching his arm in the process.

Things were never exactly calm at the Agency, even though Darien now had his quicksilver under control, but that didn’t mean that Bobby Hobbes didn’t enjoy pretending he had some time off. What was going on? A hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing for his cellphone. After only a minute of searching he pulled his hand out of the coat, frowning. Nothing. Not even the order slip for what everyone wanted from the bakery. “Too good to last, huh?” Hobbes muttered, glancing around the room with a scowl.

Nope, didn’t have his gun on him either. Well, this was swell. “I swear to god, Stark, if this is one of your games,” he growled, fists raised in a battle-ready way. Oh, it was true that things were never calm at the Agency. Moving from sponsor to sponsor helped with that aspect, and now Hobbes was way past missing working for Fish and Game. He was certain that this wasn’t some trick that anyone could pull. That left on dangerous enemy. “If this is a Chrysalis move,” Hobbes said to himself, running a hand through his remaining hair. “Fawkes… you gotta stay safe.” He couldn’t afford to have Chrysalis get their hands on Darien. He pulled on the door, cursing when it. “Can someone hear me! I am a government agent. Holding me here is a violation of federal law!”

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Darien gently tugs his arm out of Hobbes' grasp and slings it over his partner's shoulders, grinning and trying to keep him from getting too paranoid.

"I think we'll be fine without Claire. Look, I've already lasted a few days without having her here and with you here, I have nothing to worry about."

He barely managed to stop himself from making a comment about why Claire was needed, but stopped. He really wouldn't mind if she showed up in the city too. Claire was cute and a scientist. "Good, I guess," at least he was here to help Darien out while waiting for the Keeper to show up.

"Now, show me where this thing is..."

Good thing Hobbes didn't comment about Claire because Darien was quite willing to tell him how much he didn't want her here. He was sick and tired out the tests and her constant questions and glad not to have her around.

"Alright. Just follow me, little tiger. There's one not too far away." He smiled a little as he led Hobbes over to the nearest replicator hatch.

Hobbes stared at the hatch for a moment, wondering how exactly they worked. "So, uh... do you just... think of something and get it?"

"Watch and learn, my friend. Watch and learn." He walked over to it and puts his hand on the panel. Darien thinks of something and a wax replica of Jarod Stark's head appears in it, looking unamused.

"The hell?!" Hobbes jumped away from the wax replica, glaring at Darien. "Okay, so that fancy tin box can duplicate his mug, I got it." Even if it was just a wax model.

Hobbes repeated what Darien had done with the replicator hatch, and grinned as he smugly placed a fedora on his head. "What do you think? Bet I could give Sinatra a run for his money."

Darien just holds the replica in his arms and grins at Hobbes' reaction. Well, he knows what he can do the next time Hobbes doesn't believe him.

He gives him a smile at the fedora. "Maybe if you had the voice too, Hobbesy."

Hobbes' grin widened. "Oh, I can work on that. Think that I can get singing lessons from that too?" He tipped his hat forward, apparently forgetting a moment ago he had been sure that everything about this city was a giant conspiracy. "Or at the very least, a few vintage records..."

"You never know until you try, buddy." He's glad to see that he was right about his reaction to the replicator hatches. "Or at least those. I mean, I was able to get a bunch of stuff out of it."

He gestures to the bag slung over his shoulder and looks somewhat amused.

"I gotta think about what songs I want to learn..." He tapped his forehead, still grinning. "So what else did you get?"

"I say some really romantic stuff to woo the chicks with."

He adjusts the bag a little, but makes no move to open it to show Hobbes. "Nothing you need to know about."

Disappointed that Darien isn't showing off the contents of the bag, Hobbes shrugs after a moment. If he needs to find out, he'll just look through it when his partner isn't around to tell him not to.

"Something to woo the chicks with," he repeated, thinking. "I'll have to refresh my memory on Sinatra to find the perfect song."

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