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“Tell me again, why do we have to visit this expert of yours?”
“He’s not officially an expert, Jack. And he’s not very fond of the military, so he won’t come to us.”
“How swell.”
“Oh come on, Jack, you’ll love his sense of humor. Very dry.”
Daniel paused.
“His age jokes may appear... weird, but he actually is older than he looks.” A mysterious smile played on Daniel’s lips before he could control it. “Quite a bit older.”
Before Jack could ask anything, the door opened and a pleasant voice greeted them.
“Adam Pierson. Mi casa es su casa.”