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Ritchie and Moreau watched Fitz and Wyss disappear inside Colonel Hansen"s office from where they were standing in the darkened main hallway. They could just make out the happy murmur of Sokolov"s voice as she spoke to the two of them, but not well enough to make out the words. "She"s got a bit of a crush on our Fitz, doesn"t she?" Moreau asked. "Yeah, but she promised she"d keep it professional," Ritchie said. "She promised you?" Moreau asked. you"Yeah, after we got off the train when I walked her to Hansen"s office," Ritchie said. "Why do you sound so surprised?" "That she"d keep it professional? I"m not surprised at all. But she told you specifically and not, oh, say, Fitz," Moreau said. Fitz"What are you implying?" Ritchie asked, narrowing her eyes at her friend. But then they h