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Like always, Cvjo, I want to help," Julian says, stepping inside and scratching your lobo behind the ears. Then he tosses you a tiny webcam. "This was in your ceiling, by the way. Give me your phone, and I'll take care of the tracking program there."

He looks so young, you think as he wanders in and out of your shitty crash pad, sweeping for bugs. For some reason you expected him to age. You look at yourself in your Nissan's side view mirror. You haven't aged either.

"Man, it's been a while," Julian says, leaning against your door frame. "I remember the nights we spent keeping that elder asleep with offerings of blood, the days curled up together in the desert. Wasn't it romantic?"