[u]Henry Olin[/u]

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Henry looked down as he saw he was getting a call from his partner. The OTHER giant reptile in the city.

Godzilla and Gamera bffls.

He hit the answer button, with a quick, "Hey babe, you called?", only to have Fred treat him in that stupid professional manner that he always did while on the phone. Like, shit man, they're practically brothers. Why so serious? "Fred, first off," Henry started, "No need to call me agent anything man. I'm your mate." he said. He tuned up the radio to hear a few communications between agents. Apparently Fred had fought and beat some dude by the name of the Magician into submission. Lots of drugs, apparently something to do with the Corvo's name. Henry's expression solidified from it's casual and relaxed position to a much more serious face.

"I'll be there soon. Stay safe, bud." he said, before hanging up. Shit. Jack would not be happy about this. Jack was a source of his. He turned a blind eye to anything Jack did, in exchange he got information. The kind of 'You scratch my back and I scratch yours' relationship that only started budding when they happened to meet at the same bowling alley that one time and Fred slipped and slid down the alleyway the whole way down. It was a good time. Henry put his car in gear, and sped off towards Chinatown.

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"So, what did you need me for, Freddy?" He said, a smile plastered to his face. "Getting rid of mountains of cocaine?" He said, "Or do we need to incinerate it? What's the plan? Keeping any for the court trial?" Henry said, walking over to the hood of the truck and taking a look at the huge bag he had moved into plain sight. "Damn." He said, refusing to smell the air normally in fear of accidentally getting high as a kite. Because being real the air was probably 150% supersaturated with cold hard Coke. The good stuff too. Psychedelic Tyrannosaurus.

He looked down as a little kid pointed over to him and a few adults took a few pictures of him and Fred next to one another. Being the person he was, Henry flared up his feathered and grabbed Fred by the shoulders, opening up his jaws wide as if he were about to roar or shoot a beam of atomic energy at him. While Chinatown was China and not Japan, there were people of all ethnicities in the area and most of them could enjoy a good Godzilla joke in an center of eastern culture. It was harmless joke after all, and they were doing a drug bust! Henry smiled and put two fingers up for the camera in a peace sign and let go of Fred. He looked over at his friend from the corner of his eyes for a moment. "You put a power collar on him, right?" He questioned. He had HEARD the Magician was a teleporter, and a van wouldn't stop him if Fred somehow forgot.

After all, he had made that mistake.

...a lot...