Richie frowns. Even more curious. And hell, he keeps on squawking about not wanting the details, and yet? Here he is, wanting them details. "You sound like you've seen the basements of one too many terrorists yourself, buddy."

He taps off the ash from his smoke before taking a fresh drag. "Picked us off one by one, more like. Jumped on the way to work, around town minding our own business. Getting set up on bad dates." Richie's teeth grit, but he is laughing. In hindsight it could be funny. Give it another couple months and it might be his favorite joke. "Fuck, I got my date through the front door and instead of whipping off panties she's whipping out a chloroform rag. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice? No thank you. Gonna stick to being single for a bit, at least when it comes to the Olympian girls. They're wily, don't you trust a one of 'em."