"I've found my purpose in life, Weasel. I couldn't save Vanessa last time, but at least I can save that kid this time."
Inside Sister Margaret's Bar, Wade sat at the counter in the prison uniform he had brought out of the Icebox, telling his best friend-the bar's bartender and part-time owner, Weasel-about his discovery.
Weasel, wearing black-framed glasses, kept his hands busy, finishing the drink in his glass before sliding it over to his friend.
"A kid? Which one over there do you mean?"
Following Weasel's pointing finger, Wade looked toward another part of the bar. Hu Tao's bright, energetic voice rang out from a circle of burly mercenaries:
"Hey! If you don't want to buy anything, just say so! Why pull a knife? I'm not wrong, you know. Being a mercenary is a risky job. What's wrong with planning ahead?"
"Sir, is this lady beside you your girlfriend? Miss, why not talk it over with your boyfriend and place an order together? We're running a promotion right now: two cremations for the price of one! With the holidays coming up, give yourself and your loved one a special gift..."
Crash!
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to kick your chair out from under you! I just lost my balance. Bang! B-big guy, is your foot okay? I swear! The table moved its leg first!"
Thud! "Ow! That hurts, that hurts! Where did this come from? Excuse me... did anyone just lose their dentures?"
Everywhere Bennett went, a chorus of "fuck" erupted.
Wade seemed thoroughly accustomed to sights like this. He calmly turned back and explained to Weasel, who was frowning at him:
"Not those two. I mean a boy named Russell I met a little while ago. He's built kind of like that medical robot called 'WALL-E' in Big