"Yeah... if it's not there I give up," Ethan sighed. There couldn't be another place where they would dump shit like that. Unless they disposed of things immediately, but companies usually weren't strict with getting rid of old things, at least not until they had enough to make it worth it to bring in a container. "We'll fly. Just ignore the fuckheads who say you can't do that."

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Mr. Johnson narrowed his eyes. Were they lying? A vampire had given him documents where he had seen the mention of a high-pitch sound emitter placed between her wings, it's where he had gotten the idea. Maybe they didn't know, or they did and didn't want to tell him. Either way, he wasn't going to tell them. 
"Come to my office in two days, 9 in the morning. We'll talk. I have another meeting now, so if you'll excuse me. Have a good day." He hung up and looked at Morrison, who had patiently waited at the door. "Yes?"
"Carl has wings."
Again Johnson's eyes narrowed. "Describe them."
"Large... and perhaps... angelic."
"Okay," Johnson said, nodding slowly. "Thanks. I'll deal with it."
Agent Morrison nodded as well and left the office. 

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"Oh, it's not really a date," Benjamin said. "We were just having lunch with two more friends. And technically you never interrupted anything. Those guys did. And Jackson and Mitch did the last time." He turned to Steph, offering her his hand. "I think a date with you will never be boring, but let's go back inside. Harriet will be worried, you ran off pretty suddenly and she'll want to know everything is okay with you."