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Pollard looked on, pleased, as the prisoner collapsed, limbs jerking uncontrollably, the node at his temple blinking red.

“Still wish you’d asked one of your medical types?” Reno asked. 

Pollard shot Reno a look. “I could easily kill you--”

“--and make it look like an accident, yeah, yeah. Admit it, we make a good team.”

“I should have known I could trust Culber’s recommendation,” Pollard said. “That you could get it done.”

“I mean,” Reno said, “aren’t we all just a bunch of moving parts, when you think about it?”

“Or not moving.” Pollard smiled. “As the case may be.”