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[[Fooker approaches the van.]]
Fooker: Hey, 18! How's the ol' trick knee? Still got that bullet floating around in there?
Agent 18: Hmph.

[[Fooker raises one eyebrow.]]
Fooker: So who's your guest? Dr. Not, here to profess her undying love?
[[Agent 18 scowls.]]
Agent 18: Don't I wish.

[[Agent 18 walks away from the van, carrying a suitcase or attache case in each hand. Fooker looks after him with a question mark over his head.]]

[[Fooker looks inside the van. He is shaken.]]
Voice from inside the van: Hello, Fooker. You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Fooker: In a manner of speaking, I have.