In a fishing boat off the coast of Key West, Sunday afternoon

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Like Eliot was going to work a job in Key West without dragging his team out for some fishing? Sure. Right. It wasn't like Hardison could fuss about racist militias on the OPEN OCEAN, after all.

. . . He was waiting for the argument about pirates. Or maybe mosquitos. Or sharks. Whatever, they had a cooler full of beer, a boat to themselves, and an extremely low probability of running into any magic monsters this far from Fandom. Eliot was going to call it a win.

[ooc: for Leveragians and likely slow play.]

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"I'm pretty glad I didn't go, then," Parker said contentedly, putting her sunglasses back on. "Although if it's like Death of a Salesman we really should get Sophie to do it as a one-woman show." She paused, leaning back and idly said, "I wonder what Nate is doing."

Scary, scary thought.

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"What, right now?" Eliot shrugged. "Probably out on his boat, just like we are. Takin' Sophie on tours around the Mediterranean."

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"You know he's planning something. Or planning to plan something." Parker settled back on her chair. "Do you really think they're both out? Forever?"

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Eliot snorted. "I think they'd go completely crazy if they never pulled another job again. I bet Sophie comes up with a new identity every port they pull into."