Judging by the strange look Nakago gave Conklin, he'd missed the point of the sarcasm entirely. The name 'Martin Landel' didn't ring a bell to him, but he figured that was nothing new. He couldn't well be expected to know all of the heads of mental hospitals in the world, psychotic puppetmasters or not.
He was retired, dammit. That meant that whatever faction was after him ought to have the good sense to leave him alone. His only involvement with the Agency was the occasional consultation. So why the hell would they want him?
"Hm." Conklin looked around at the crowd of grey-clad people in the Sun Room, some chatting, some sitting, and some trying to sleep. That one thing Nakago had said, however, was gnawing at him. "When you said not to doubt that whatever had happened to me had happened to me...what did you mean by that, exactly?" That had to be a vital piece of the puzzle, and an explanation for why everyone was calling him 'Caine'. Things didn't seem to fit.
Of course, he was still skeptical. Any good field man would be.
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He was retired, dammit. That meant that whatever faction was after him ought to have the good sense to leave him alone. His only involvement with the Agency was the occasional consultation. So why the hell would they want him?
"Hm." Conklin looked around at the crowd of grey-clad people in the Sun Room, some chatting, some sitting, and some trying to sleep. That one thing Nakago had said, however, was gnawing at him. "When you said not to doubt that whatever had happened to me had happened to me...what did you mean by that, exactly?" That had to be a vital piece of the puzzle, and an explanation for why everyone was calling him 'Caine'. Things didn't seem to fit.
Of course, he was still skeptical. Any good field man would be.