Rutz stands in front of his desk, Soames nearby, just being an authority figure. Swerve slumps in a chair. Exhibiting his usual contempt for such figures.
SWERVE
You want me to what?
RUTZ
We want you to keep an eye on the kid.
SWERVE
Because why?
Swerve sits up, not entirely easily.
SUPERINTENDANT SOAMES
He is - admittedly - young.
SWERVE
You want to admit to anything else about bumping him up to a shield?
SUPERINTENDANT SOAMES
I have faith in the kid.
Swerve gets to his feet.
SWERVE
Apparently not.
RUTZ
Swerve--
SUPERINTENDANT SOAMES
Thing about faith is it doesn’t exist without the possibility of being wrong.
SWERVE
That’s as close as I’m ever going to get to hearing you say you were, are or will be wrong about something isn’t it?
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