PARTRIDGE & ASH (3)

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Transcripts of emails exchanged by an anonymous source and Agent 725

Saturday, 9:23pm, unlisted date

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Lou.


Ash.
I told you not to call me that.


I'm bored.


I know.


How could you possibly know that?


You haven't blown something up today.
I spent the whole day wondering if 
you somehow died.


You know me too well, Lou.


Not as much as I wish I did.


Hm?

What was that?


No, bloody hell.
That's not what I meant.


You want to know me better?


From an enemy-kind-of-way.
Just so I know who I'm
fighting against.


Oh.

That's no fun.


...
I guess not.


Yeah.


The conversation pauses—five minutes—before resuming.


What's your favorite color?


What?


Your favorite color.
What is it?


Why are you asking?


I'm trying to get to know you better.


Oh.

Red, I guess.


Because it reminds you of fire?


No, because it looks like

a tomato, and tomatoes look funny.

Not everything about me has to be

related to my family name, Lou.


Good point.
But seriously?
A tomato?


Do you have a problem with that?


No.


Good.


The conversation pauses—two minutes—before resuming.


What's yours?


My favorite color?


Yeah.


Uh, well I don't
really have one.

Is magenta a color?
No, maybe light blue.


Did you seriously

just ask if magenta

was a color?


It takes a lot of effort to be
smart, Ash.


I would know.

Hah.


Of course you'd know.
As much as I hate to 
admit it, you are
very smart.


Thanks.

I guess.

You too.


The conversation pauses—one minutes—before resuming.


Okay, cut the crap, Partridge.

Why is it so awkward right now?


I was about to ask the same thing.


I hate it.


Me too.


We need to do something.

Are you free in thirty minutes?


Asking me out, hm?
Didn't know you were
that desperate, Ash.


You wish.

I want to fight again.


Jeez, already?


Don't pretend that it wasn't fun.

Probably the best fight you've 

had in years.


Okay, now you're the one
who's making it sound dirty.


Um, how? 


You're making it sound like
'fight' stands for something else.


Something else?


You know what I mean.


No, I don't.

Explain please :)


Okay, don't even start.
Yes, I'm free.
Where are we meeting?


Uhhhhh...

You pick.


Why me?


I'm indecisive.


Of course you are.


Quit complaining and pick a place.

And for reference, it has to be only

the two of us. No weapons, no tricks.


Who are you and what
have you done with Ash?


I'm a criminal, not a jerk.

I play fair.


Okay, fine, fine.
Trailer Park in South London.

I'll send you the coordinates.


A trailer park?



It's abandoned.
I'm trying not to 
cause property damage.


Good point.

Thirty minutes, 

I'll be there.


I'll be there in ten.


Scratch that,

I'll be there in five.


Two.


One.


Five seconds.


One second.


What are we doing?


I don't know.

I'll see you there.

Bye Partridge.


Partridge?

What?


I thought you'd call me Lou.
Or Louis.
Or anything but my last name.


You always call me Ash.

That's my last name.

Why can't I call you yours too?


Do you want me to call you [y/n]?


Hm.

Maybe.

I'm indecisive, remember?


I remember.
Bye, Ash.


Bye Partridge.


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This chat has been ended by [anonymous source].

Data terminated at 9:43pm




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