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“You can’t have two,” Parker argues. “One has to be a mistake, or like. Part of an old burn scar or something.”
“It’s real if you find the people who match,” Eliot insists.
“Nah, I used to think I had two, but I’ve scanned every database known to man. No luck on the second,” Hardison says, “just the one for Parker.” He smiles at her, soft around the edges.
“Unless they’re not on any databases,” Sophie interjects from across the room. “And we don’t know anyone like that, do we?”
There’s a pause.
“Show us,” Parker says.
“No,” Eliot replies.