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perks.”
    “Did Malokin quit?” she asked, still having no real idea who he was.
    “No. He’s seems to have formed somewhat organically. We don’t know where he came from, but just as everyone else seems to have inclinations towards certain positions, his gig seems to be straight up anger and hatred.”
    Faith flipped a cutlet as she let the knowledge of what that meant soak in. “You’re saying that I was kidnapped by someone whose calling in life is getting people angry?”
    “Yeah, pretty much.” Cutty shrugged. “Everybody’s got their thing.”
    “It’s no wonder everyone is suspicious of me.”
    “It doesn't help that Malokin wanted you but I know you’re cool because I used to be Sixth Sense.”
    “Really?” Faith dropped a couple of cutlets in the pan and turned to wait for more details.
    Cutty continued, “When you’d get those strong gut feelings in your human life? Some of them were from me.”
    “Wow, that’s pretty cool.”
    “I know.” Cutty buffed his nails on his shirt.
    “So you know, like on some other level then, that I’m not a bad person?”
    He stopped eating his pretzels as if he had to impart some disappointing knowledge. “Well, no, not exactly. I didn’t really get any feeling or knowledge about you. Like I try and explain to everyone, I’m not a hundred sense. I’m Sixth Sense, it’s more of a fleeting type deal.”
    “Then you don’t feel confident?”
    “Oh, I do. I might not be getting an outright yes or no but I feel it in my gut and I’m never that wrong on anything.”
    “Yeah, I gotcha.”
    “Good. Because a lot of people want that hundred percent thing and it’s just not practical all the time.” His hands started waving around as if the pressure was too much.
    “It’s completely understandable.” She grabbed the bag of pretzels he’d discarded on the counter in his state of agitation and put them back in his hand.
    “Oh, thanks,” he said, popped another pretzel and seemed to calm down as he chewed.
    “So what was Lars?” she asked, trying to move the conversation away from anything upsetting for him.
    “You’ll have to ask him. Some positions are kind of personal.” He waved a finger, circling her face. “We should take a picture of you.”
    “A picture?” Of all the things she was concerned with, pictures weren’t on the top of her to do list.
    “You’re going to need ID. I know a guy. Actually, I know a lot of people. It’s what happens when you’re around for a long time.”
    “What’s cookin?” Bic asked as he walked in the kitchen with Angus and interrupting them.
    “These are fantastic!” Angus said.
    Faith turned to see he’d already lifted a cutlet and taken a bite.
    Cutty jumped down off the counter and immediately took a defensive position in front of the food, grabbing the fork lying beside the plate and wielding it in front of him. “Back off the chicken.”
    “I can have chicken,” Angus said and then looked at Faith. “Tell him.”
    She didn’t have a chance to say anything.
    “You’ll get your allowed portion, no more!” Cutty said and then started to count up the cutlets.
    She was flipping the last of the chicken in the pan when she realized they were all looking at her. She ran a hand over her shirt, wondering if she’d flicked some raw egg on herself.
    “She made them,” Cutty said to the other two guys.
    “But she’s so little,” Angus said. “She can’t possible eat that much.”
    “Angus, just be happy Fate and Lars aren’t coming and you don’t have to share with them,” Cutty said.
    “They couldn’t come?” she asked, a little relieved that Fate was missing dinner but strangely confused over how she felt about Lars not coming.
    “Not sure what Fate is up to but Lars said he had to go help him out over at his place,” Angus explained, still trying to reach around Cutty for more chicken.
    Lars had barely spoken to her over the last two days, so why did she feel like someone had just