Clint knows what imagery from spy satellites looks like; he doesn't know of anyone who could access one that fast and sort through the data. Her tablet's probably some sort of Milliways magic, but --
"I could kiss you, Oswald," he says, taking a right at the fork.
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Date: 2013-09-15 12:47 am (UTC)"I could kiss you, Oswald," he says, taking a right at the fork.