[Sorry for the ridiculously long wait! Been sick.]
"Huh?" Gumshoe looked up when he heard a familiar voice say his name, but he wasn't fully paying attention until he saw who it was. "Oh, hey, Pops!" He shut the locker door in front of him and draped his towel around his neck. He'd seen a few of Detective Badd's scars before, but it was hard to tell which ones (if any) were new. He thought he'd be able to tell a bullet scar from a monster bite, though.
His face softened. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the old man already knew things about the Institute that Gumshoe didn't. "What are you up to these days, sir?"
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"Huh?" Gumshoe looked up when he heard a familiar voice say his name, but he wasn't fully paying attention until he saw who it was. "Oh, hey, Pops!" He shut the locker door in front of him and draped his towel around his neck. He'd seen a few of Detective Badd's scars before, but it was hard to tell which ones (if any) were new. He thought he'd be able to tell a bullet scar from a monster bite, though.
His face softened. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the old man already knew things about the Institute that Gumshoe didn't. "What are you up to these days, sir?"