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Five grinned at Diego’s fond retort. “Ah, who else but our own dear brother. I don’t know why I asked him to help me with this--he won’t stop talking, not for a second,” he grumbled, going to the bar to pour himself a drink. He knew, more than the others seemed to, that Klaus had street smarts. Five often found himself impressed by how he played things. Getting him to engage in the first place was the hard part.
“When did he give up?” He asked.









