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Daniel couldn’t help the grimace that crossed his face at the mention of some tropical island. Paradise wasn’t exactly his ideal location. He was from CHICAGO, the big city. A place where there was always an audience to draw in. Remote didn’t really work for him and he figured even with age, it still wouldn’t. Still, his words had apparently been taken wrong. “No, no, no. Not ENDS. That’s not my question. Where do we BEGIN with all of this? This new place, it’s, uh—— it’s something else. We’ve made a name for ourselves and what we do but if we keep doing it while also running from FBI, well——” He didn’t need to go into details. Daniel had already spent enough time in an interrogation room and behind bars wasn’t an ideal destination either. “It’s more of planning about where we go from here in order to reach wherever the end may be. If there is one.”

on some level, he couldn’t help but feel like he should be the one asking the questions: dylan only has one show on his back, danny’s done more of them even if only thanks to dylan’s pre-existing plans. good to know he’s still needed, he supposed.  “ we have more RESOURCES now. it’s gonna be safer from now on, for as long as we keep ourselves two-three-seven of steps ahead of the game. ”   slowly thinning fingers laced together on his lap as dylan leaned back to partly sit on a desk, deciding however long he thought this conversation would last was going to be exceeded.   “ what are you concerned about? ”   it was a task to ask that without seeming dismissive: something was bothering danny more about the future than has in the past.