UNDERCOVER OPERATIONS
WOW: trace. Dean makes an unannounced visit to the British Men of Letters' base. Arthur Ketch isn't pleased to see him.
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"Hey Ketch, d'you know where Sam … HOLY CRAP!"
"WINCHESTER? COULDN'T YOU BLOODY KNOCK?"
"I was looking for Sam. Finding WAY more than I bargained for though! Jeez, that's nasty."
"It's not what you think!"
"No? I've heard what goes on at those creepy limey all-boys' schools."
"Nothing of the sort. It's … uh … it's undercover operations."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now, kindly leave. I'm busy."
"Okay. But, before I go. That dress is too tight, and blue just isn't your colour. Could do with a trace of lipstick too. Oh, and you might wanna rethink your undercover operations – your panty line's showing."
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