"Let me know when it starts working," says Fontaine.
The request falls on deaf ears for a while, though there are noises of activity near the radio, so that's something. Fontaine can't wait to get hold of that security system in full, though. He dislikes working blind.
"Boyo?" he prompts after a few more seconds.
The response this time is favourable. It's the noise of someone shifting, half-lost in static -- and then the kid's voice, dreamy and double-toned, the kind of sheet-iron two-tone you only hear in Little Sisters and in people who've just spliced right the fuck up.
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The request falls on deaf ears for a while, though there are noises of activity near the radio, so that's something. Fontaine can't wait to get hold of that security system in full, though. He dislikes working blind.
"Boyo?" he prompts after a few more seconds.
The response this time is favourable. It's the noise of someone shifting, half-lost in static -- and then the kid's voice, dreamy and double-toned, the kind of sheet-iron two-tone you only hear in Little Sisters and in people who've just spliced right the fuck up.
"I'worked," says Jack.