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Everyone's seen a ruined man, a hopeless man, walk into a bar.

They probably have never seen one walking in and standing so taut with pent-up...
something, that he looked as if he'd tear the head off of someone with the slightest provocation. Not that Vimes would do such a thing, but it was certainly what he looked like tonight. Deep, dark circles were under Vimes' eyes, and he was chewing fitfully on his cigar.

He barely noticed when he walked into Milliways--or rather he did, but he had so much else on his mind that he merely accepted it in an instant and walked up to the bar, sat down, and ordered some water.

He would not go home to sing to his son tonight. He had not in the last few weeks. He would not until he found the one responsible for his man's death and stopped him--really stopped him--at last.

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"Not a chance," Vimes answered.

There went that plan.

You could always offer your services on the board.

*gesturing to the pin board.*

Investigation, bodygaurding, what have you?

"Not exactly what I was looking for," Vimes answered.

*Tim shrugs*

Sorry... and it's not like security gives you much distraction. most of it is waiting and watching.

"That's not something I mind doing," Vimes said to him.

But it's not very distracting.

"It is to me," Vimes said, puffing away at that cigar.

Huh.

*Tim pauses.*

Get you a drink?

"How about another cigar?" His was now down to a stub.

*Tim offers him five, nice cubans.*

Sure.

He bit off the end, lit up and puffed away.

"Thanks," he said around his cigar, still thinking.

Penny for your thoughts?

Vimes was silent for a moment, before saying, "I'm trying to figure out a puzzle."

What puzzle?

*Tim is good at puzzles.*

"How dod I kill a man who's already dead, when the only time I can find him is a place where I can't kill him?" Vimes asked, giving Tim his typical, piercing stare.

You find a way to immobilise the person in the place you can;t kill hima nd drag him back to the place you can. Whats the cop code....?

*Tim thinks*

In hot pursuit?

"Seems about all I can do, doesn't it," Vimes said to him. "You're security here, am I right?"

Thats right.

"If you see a man named Carcer--undead, grey skin, he'll probably stink, says 'haha' a lot keep an eye on him..." He put out his cigar and grabbed his Kool-Aid-sodden helmet to leave. "...Or some of your patrons are going to wind up dead."

*Tim snaps his fingers.*

It's posted for all the staff. Oh, that reminds me... Do you employ a rather big orangutang?

"He is part of the watch, yeah," Vimes acknowledged. "Technically."

So he's a good fellow? Trustworthy?

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