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"What do you want me to do?"
"Find out the exact stances of the others, if you can. Find out if they truly wish me dead, or if they're just playing along." Gilligan stopped suddenly and peered at the Professor, his hand straying toward the revolver. "May I trust that you are playing along?"
"Yes."
His host held his eyes for a moment longer, before dropping his hand away from his jacket. "Very well. I'll play least-in-sight, you speak with the others. By now, they've probably left the lounge to look for me." With that, he vanished into the shadows.
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