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Scourge growled as Zonic got closer. Play along. "What do you want? To rub my defeat in my face?"
The zone cop could only shake his head. "No, not at all." He smiled and sat next to the prisoner. "It's my unmonitored time. You know what that means."
Scourge did. Unmonitored time meant they could be as close as they wanted, and no one would know. "Yeah, I do, Z."
He smiled as Zonic kissed him. "Good."