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forgot to return the thick, plastic bags to the backpack (The ones that I use to collect the money that I inevitably find whenever I invade one of these places.).  I was forced to improvise with some nasty, stained sheets I found in a bedroom.  It wasn't an experience I wanted to repeat any time soon.
                I smile at his sassiness.  "Perfect memory, remember.  I'm incapable of forgetting," I tell him and then consider the rest of his statement.  “But I'll work on the other two parts."
                Pulling the straps of the large, black backpack over my arms, I walk back to the computers and check out the map he has brought up on the largest of his monitors.  It appears to be a fairly large house in a surprisingly affluent neighborhood.  It isn't the normal type of place he's been sending me lately.
                "What's with this place?" I ask him and tap the house on the screen marked by the blue upside down tear shape on the map.  "Am I going upscale tonight?  Or are you just feeling adventurous?"
                "A little bit of both," he replies without turning towards me.  "As we've become more efficient at wiping out the dark denizens of the underworld over the past few months, they've responded by becoming more creative.  You've no doubt noticed that our cash hauls have decreased significantly recently?  There's a reason for that."
                "I have," I say (I also noticed his use of the word "our" when referring to the money I take from the houses as opposed to saying "your".  It makes me smile.  Even though I do most of the physical work when it comes to taking down a suspected house, I keep telling him that it wouldn't be possible without his support.  He does all the research and gets his hands dirty with technology in ways that I never could.  I've been telling him since we began our partnership that the money is as much his as it is mine.  He was reluctant at first, but he's coming around.  Especially since he's learning that I can't really spend the money without him.  He's my middle man when it comes to the real world.  It's his name on the lease agreement for the warehouse - it was also his idea to legally acquire the place so that we couldn't be surprised by having it sold out from underneath us - and it's he that goes out and buys all the supplies.  He truly is my Renfield.).
                "They're like a virus in the human body, and we've become the white blood cells trying to destroy them.  They're either going to be wiped out and the body becomes healthy."  He finally turns away from the screen in front of him and looks at me.  "Or they learn to mutate and hide to avoid detection.  And right now these drug guys are changing how their system works in order to make it all the more difficult for us to find them." 
                "What do you mean 'changing their system'?"  I ask him.  "I thought they already tried that when they attempted to kill me those last few times."
                "Well," he continues.  "When they failed to kill you with that house filled with explosives or that more recent one filled with professional hitters, I think they realized they were outmatched.  It appears they've accepted that just killing you isn’t really in their skillset.  So since they can't make you go away, they're trying something new: make your motivation go away." 
                I just blink at him as he tries to let that sink in.  "But they are my motivation," I tell him.  "Their plan doesn't make any sense."
                "Well not to you and me, no," he agrees.  "But that's because we know why you're doing this, and they don't.  They think you just want their money and to burn their supply.  They haven't quite grasped that your ultimate goal is their complete annihilation.  They're just thinking that if you have less drugs and cash at each location that maybe