He shrugs as he turns his attention to the room rather than Wendy. "I got recruited the exact same way you did. When the last Middleman hired me, he never said and I never asked. Ida was already there. So were all the weapons and gadgets and things. Sometimes a box comes in with more weapons and gadgets and things, I don't know where they come from, they just do."
He stands up to look over at her. "Maybe Ida runs the show, maybe it's the conspiracy. Maybe it's God." Then he flashes that infuriating grin. "I'm just the Middleman."
As if it's the natural thing to do after this long spiel, the Middleman bends down to pick something up and stands back up shaking his head. "Doggone cops," he sounds rueful and fond, "they always miss the big clues."
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Date: 2009-05-03 03:01 am (UTC)He stands up to look over at her. "Maybe Ida runs the show, maybe it's the conspiracy. Maybe it's God." Then he flashes that infuriating grin. "I'm just the Middleman."
As if it's the natural thing to do after this long spiel, the Middleman bends down to pick something up and stands back up shaking his head. "Doggone cops," he sounds rueful and fond, "they always miss the big clues."
He holds his big clue out for Wendy to inspect.