Know it ain't much t' go on. An' hell. Think I'd rather be wrong'n right 'bout it. Thing is, if either a us gets suddenly extra humped by Ceres or Mosley hisself, we'll know 's cuz a the sinkin' implants an' someone don't want us lookin' at shit too close, catch me? Kinda mean we're sniffin' too close t' the right trail.

[And if they are listening, well. Hopefully he's just bought them a bit of time.]

Anyway, that's it. Told y' I wouldn't keep y' too long. Sheheheh!