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There's an especially annoyed Man in Black in the bar.

K strides from the Front Door straight to a booth, not missing a step as he calls out, "Bar, a bourbon and anything you have on Remelian heavy construction methods and materials specifications, please."

By the time he slides into the booth, a glass and two imposing manuals appear on the table with a slight *bamph*.

"Thank you, darlin'"

Next to these K puts down a PDA for note-taking and an odd device that, with a flick of the switch, creates a small hologram of New York's Guggenheim Museum. Except this one seems to have been screwed halfway into the ground.

K barely has the first manual open before he starts grumbling about "goddamn Remelian practical jokes."

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Ace?

Is very, very amused.

"He likes to think so, anyway. He's good at fixing things. I think he might actually hold a medical degree somewhere, but I'm really not sure about that one."

K smiles at Ace and shakes his head. "Ought to be interesting"

"You need any help with those cybermen, or do you have it covered?"

"I think we've got it. I've got plenty of spare change this time." Sure Ace knows there's more sophisticated methods.

Change works though.

"Good. Always glad to lend a hand if you need it, though."

"Hope I get a chance to hear how it goes. *When* you get back."

Because K has no doubt she will.

Of course she'll come back. In over nine hundred years only one companion has ever failed to come back, and she's no Aldric.
"I'll tell you all about it. You know. Just in case there's a Cyberman invasion of the bar or sommat." Call it an intra-agency conference, and maybe he'll get paid time for it.

See? K likes the way Ace thinks.

"Deal. And don't forget props. Maybe the head of the top cyberman or something. Always adds some good color for that After-Action Review."

See? Ace likes the way K thinks.

"Oh, definitely. Maybe one of their pets too. Disarmed and very dead, of course. Their pets are just as viscious as they are."

"Pets? What the hell kind of pets does a 'cyberman' have?"

"This like those damn Aibo robot mutts we had on my Earth a few years ago? Damn Baltians kept reprogramming them to leak acid on our fireplugs. Kept bursting all over the City."

"No showers in New York that entire month of August. It was *not* a pretty sight. Or smell."

"Well, there's the little electronic ones that look like rolly-pollys on steroids, and can kill you without much trouble... and then there's the mushroom things that are allergic to humans but'll eat you within a minute anyway..."

She really wasn't kidding. Her galaxy goes in for the brutally viscious types.

"I am definitely starting to understand your love of heavy explosives."

K looks back at the Guggenheim. "Well. I better get back and take care of this mess."

K pats Ace on the shoulder. "Best of luck, kid. I'll make sure to get back here soon to find out how it turned out."

"Hey, maybe I can swing you a visit on the TARDIS. Have fun unscrewing the building." She grins up at him cheerily.

Personally, she thinks the easiest solution would be to bomb the hell out of it and start over, but that's just her.

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