As Leroy went on with the summary, Tweety furrowed his brow more by the minute. You had the feeling at one point that his attention was partly elsewhere, but he didn’t cut in, letting you to finish uninterrupted. He was silent for a few more seconds after Leroy finished, then smiled reassuringly. ”Well, I can say that preliminary scans that I had run right now showed no signs of any nano-system currently active within the room. However, as reassuring it sounds, I’d still suggest a full medical examination for each of you, starting from a GP’s office, ECGs, EEGs, and whatever Doc Roe and the Butcher can think of. You know, just to be sure everything is all right. By the way, both are excellent street docs who don’t ask questions, I just want to avoid any complications by sending you to two different places.
Actually, this is a thing I’ve been thinking about doing from the start, it’s just that so much else is going on, I never got to telling you. Hope it’s no problem, and if any of you want to get some implants in the future, it is a good start to have a familiar face do it.
"Now, as Matt here mentioned, this information really holds some value. How much, I can hardly determine, as it is also extremely dangerous, more dangerous actually than any other info I usually broker. So, instead of trying to negotiate the finer points of risk costs and benefits, I’ll offer you a trade. You will probably need further info on the incident of the Rider, and I intend to run a serious investigation on that. Just so that we see eye-to-eye, not solely for your benefit. Still, I’d usually charge you for any piece of intel I’d throw your way, to reduce my costs. I’m offering you a fair and free trade of information in this: anything I get, it’s yours, anything you get, you share with me. Is this acceptable for you?”
