Josh may not have intimate knowledge of what happens with silver in the system, but Dwayne is fairly reassured that the rash and puking that comes with small doses of silver is a pretty good turn-off. And if not, well...Mira's good at handling deep cover, no matter what it involves.
Which is a little bit terrifying and more than a little bit tragic, but she's willing to do what's necessary for the job and that's what matters. And Dwayne doesn't like to think about it, either, so he's happy to let that particular part of the topic go.
Dwayne makes himself calm down, especially with Josh finally starting to get the idea. A good, slow, deep breath of the filtered, air-conditioned air in the room, pushing away all the scents in it and just focusing on the dry, sharp clean-ness of the ginger ale and the too-crisp ozone taste of the filtration. "The more I tell you, the riskier it is for both of us for me to let you walk out that door," he says finally, settling back on his heels as he regards Josh thoughtfully. "So honestly, I'm not really sure what to do here, because I don't especially want to drag you out of here and keep you locked in my trunk until it's all over, and unlike some people that were invited to this party, I'm not a fan of bodies on the ground." He gestures again, then looks toward the window, lost in thought. "As it is, just letting you wander out and back to...hell, anyone you wanted to talk to is a spin of the wheel. You blow the operation, you get her killed, and chances are pretty good that the buyer kills everyone on his property, buries them where they won't be found for a good long while, and scrubs everything clean."
Not to mention if the fat man figures out that Josh isn't actually someone rich and important enough to be missed, and decides that he's too troublesome to leave floating around.
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Which is a little bit terrifying and more than a little bit tragic, but she's willing to do what's necessary for the job and that's what matters. And Dwayne doesn't like to think about it, either, so he's happy to let that particular part of the topic go.
Dwayne makes himself calm down, especially with Josh finally starting to get the idea. A good, slow, deep breath of the filtered, air-conditioned air in the room, pushing away all the scents in it and just focusing on the dry, sharp clean-ness of the ginger ale and the too-crisp ozone taste of the filtration. "The more I tell you, the riskier it is for both of us for me to let you walk out that door," he says finally, settling back on his heels as he regards Josh thoughtfully. "So honestly, I'm not really sure what to do here, because I don't especially want to drag you out of here and keep you locked in my trunk until it's all over, and unlike some people that were invited to this party, I'm not a fan of bodies on the ground." He gestures again, then looks toward the window, lost in thought. "As it is, just letting you wander out and back to...hell, anyone you wanted to talk to is a spin of the wheel. You blow the operation, you get her killed, and chances are pretty good that the buyer kills everyone on his property, buries them where they won't be found for a good long while, and scrubs everything clean."
Not to mention if the fat man figures out that Josh isn't actually someone rich and important enough to be missed, and decides that he's too troublesome to leave floating around.