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[[Sharon leaves the GPF Software offices]]
Dwayne: Sharon? Isn't it a bit early for lunch?
Sharon: Sorry, Dwayne. Got an errand to run.

[[Fred peeks out of Sharon's purse as Sharon walks towards her car]]
Sharon: So the latitude and longitude matched the same abandoned IBM warehouse you and Fooker went to four years ago?
Fred: I think so...

Fred: But I fail to understand why you had to take me along...
Sharon: You have prior experience with the brotherhood. I need your help.

Fred: I don't get it. Do I have "sidekick" stamped on my cytoplasm somewhere I can't see?
Sharon: I'll drive. You take shotgun, little buddy.