Scott also called Reilly.
    "Yeah, this is Reilly."
    "Hi Reilly, it's Scott."
    "Hi, Scott. I don't suppose they were up there for you to capture all of them?"
    "No, they weren't. Hey, do you know where we could find a sub dock?" He realized that they did have an option. "I'll call you back in just a second, I just realized this is going to take a little more logistics than I thought."
    "Okay, whatever, I'll be here."
    He called Mariner Island.
    "You've reached the Mariner Corporation, this is Sparky, how can I help ya?"
    "It's Scott."
    "Oh, Scott, hi! What's going on?"
    "Uh, can we borrow a sub dock?"
    "Yeah. You have a sub?"
    "Yes, we do at the moment, but we need someplace to dock it for a bit."
    "Okay, where are you guys?"
    "We're in a helicopter at the moment, flying back from upstate."
    "Must be a hell of a chopper."
    "You'll see when we get there. We're coming in directly to you guys, should be there in half an hour or so."
    Sparky's puzzlement was clear. "Okay, I'll tell J.T., and we'll clean out a sub dock for your... chopper."
    That settled, Scott called Reilly back.
    "Hi Reilly, it's me again."
    "Okay. Um, sub dock?"
    "Yeah, we need a sub dock. We've got a submarine with us, I'll explain the details when we meet you out on Mariner Island, 'cause that's the only place we could really get a sub dock," he explained.
    "Yeah, granted, granted." Reilly, as usual, seemed a bit bemused.
    "Could you bring a forensics team with you?"
    "All right, should I tell them what they're expecting?"
    "A really, really desiccated body."
    "Okay. It's not likely to get up or anything is it?" he inquired warily.
    "Not while I was going through its pockets, it didn't."
    "Okay, good."

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