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Grunting in response, Trevor pulled the top off the bottle and took a swig directly from it. "Everyone we 'ave right now is good," he snapped, taking another swig before handing over the bottle. He was more than willing to point out the flaws in their crew but for once he really felt that every they had in their organisation at the moment, at least those closest, was talented and loyal. If something important enough was going on someone would have gotten wind. Which settled that it had to be nothing.
Reaching that conclusion, Trevor calmed down a little and stopped his pacing, sitting down beside Gretchen as she poured. "It's some bloody fool."