Turncoat: No no no don't worry everything is still good!
Specter: Oh good. I thought you were dead or something.
Turncoat: Nope just busy.
Specter: What's going on?
Turncoat: Don't know exactly. The fears are preparing for something.
Turncoat: I'm getting lots of jobs.
Specter: As long as you aren't sent after me.
Turncoat: That would suck.
Specter: Hey what do we do if you are?
Turncoat: ... I guess I'd have to kill you.
Specter: Oh...
Turncoat: No hard feelings if I do?
Specter: No and no complaining if I end up killing you in self defense.
Turncoat: Deal.
