Malder laughed. “Far from being connected in any way with the police, Mr. Barton. I’m only in my twenties and still have a little bit of a rebellious streak. Why do you think I’m here helping you? It was the government who confiscated your POD, and now the government needs to see what individual citizens can do if they put their minds to it.”
Some things just never change, Andrew thought, and chuckled to himself. “Okay,” he said, “I assume that we’re not just going to march in there and let them know that I want to go home. So what’s the plan?”
“Well, first, I think you need to get your friend over here so he can hear the plan as well,” Malder said nodding toward Matt.
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