"So you woke me up at the crack of dawn and called me to the base just to watch you cut off Whiskey?" Glenlivet yawned, eyes hazy, looking like he hadn't slept at all.
"Of course. I need to make sure my plan isn't affected by him, and it's best if you keep an eye on him."
"I don't want to see him. I'll ask Gin to keep an eye on him, or send Whiskey to the party—that won't interfere either." Vermouth grabbed an ice pack from somewhere and slapped it straight onto Glenlivet's face.
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