Stoat licked his lips nervously. The little display with the gun had shaken him more than he liked to admit. He noticed the beep as the recording device was deactivated by the jammer, which did nothing to allay his worries. What the hell was DeVirgo about to say to him that he didn't want anyone else to possibly know about? He was the top dog, after all.
He bought himself a few more seconds thought by stretching all the aching muscles in his body.
"Well, that makes my response fairly easy, boss. I like birthdays, my own at least. I want to see as many more of them as I can. But I kind of get the feeling I'm not going to be exactly cock-a-hoop about whatever it is that you seem to be planning."
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