Le Gros Garçon de Bob

On a freezing night, along a dingy Paris backstreet in the 10th Arrondissement, we found him.

He was living under an alias, but there was no question it was him. He didn't even bother to go into a different line of work.

Now we have to figure out how to get him back to The Hub.

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