Carol Emeka

Hey, V. One more thing.

When you talk to Panam, make sure to watch your tongue. She rarely opens up to anyone outside the family. Sticks and stones won't break her bones, but words...

AYou'll be fine. You're her type.

BSo be it.

Good luck.

How did it go?

I'm just saying because I saw you two hashing something out.

AThat's my girl. I'll keep my lips sealed because otherwise she'll accuse me of being nosy. Just don't tell her you got advice from Agony Aunt Carol, OK?

BShit, I knew it. Oh, well. Don't say I didn't warn you. My conscience is clean.

And let's not bring this up again, OK?

We put our hopes on you, V. Fool us once, right? I'll let it slide this time because Panam apparently sees something in you, but I won't let myself be fooled twice.

Follow-up question: If you had your druthers, what are you taking – a first-rate firearm or a quality hack?

Roger that. There's a courier en route with a small gift. Check the drop on Potomac St. I hope it helps, even if only a little. Good luck, V. And take care of yourself.

V, how'd it all go? You know what I mean. Did everything work out?

Phew, you had me sweating over here. But that good news damn refreshing. Hang in there, V.

Damn… That's what matters, at least. I'm glad you're in one piece. Truly.