31. TEXT CHAT
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TEXT CHAT
Conor: Hey, random. But you thought the United Brotherhood was a bank, right?
Eoghan: I did.
Conor: Before Finn brought it up?
Eoghan: Yup.
Conor: Where did you come across the name?
Eoghan: Fuck, Conor, I don’t know. The amount of intel I have to wade through on the regular is ridiculous.
Conor: So, it was MI6-related?
Eoghan: All my problems are either O’Donnelly or MI6-related.
Conor: That doesn’t narrow things down for me.
Eoghan: Boohoo, buttercup.
Conor: Fuck off.
Eoghan: YOU messaged ME.
Conor: I just wondered what you might have known about them, that’s all.
**An hour later**
Eoghan: Ran a search on the thread with my handler.
Conor: It shouldn’t be cool that you have a handler.
Eoghan: I can confirm it ISN’T cool.
Conor: I know that. But the lifelong James Bond fan in me doesn’t agree.
Conor: I also know that if I was looking at you right now, you’d be frowning at me.
Eoghan: You’d be right.
Conor: It’s hard being me.
Eoghan: Harder being your brother.
Conor: Yeah, yeah, yeah. What did the handler say?
Eoghan: He told me there were links between the Pauks (I assume you know they’re Russian hacktivists) and the United Brotherhood. I figured The United Brotherhood funded them.
Conor: Shame you don’t have more info than that.
Eoghan: You know me, Kid. I live to be your font of information.
Conor: Jesus Christ, Eoghan. Go for a run or something. You need the dopamine.
Eoghan: I already ran fifteen miles.
Conor: Go and have sex then. The oxytocin will do you a world of good.
Eoghan: Was I right?
Conor: About the Brotherhood funding the Pauks? Yeah.
Eoghan: Hmm. Did you think they approached me to be a member?
Conor: No. I just wondered how you knew about them. Anyway, say hi to Inessa for me.
Eoghan: Will do. Keep in touch or I’ll get on a flight to Dubrovnik.
Conor: Family reunion. Baltic-style.
Eoghan: Uh-huh. Stay alive, deartháir.