“That’s him.”

“He was a sweet old cuss,” said Morty.

“He’s a sweet old cuss doing ten to twenty out at Surf City.”

Morty set down his cup. “Droopy Lazlo? Fuck Eddie. Let’s set him up. But how do we know he’ll get the guards’ attention?”

“’Cause Babylon is going to give him the wrong plans,” said Coop. “The way in and the way out will be real. But in the middle, he’s going to be as subtle as a rhinoceros at a bris.”

Morty gave Coop a funny look. Sort of a frown and a smile at the same time. “You’re a diabolical person,” he said.

“Only to those who deserve it.”

“And we’re going to set it up so there’s a way for Fast Eddie to escape.”

“As long as he has a brain and two feet.”

Morty rubbed his hands together. “Okay. So what else do we need?”

“Well, Eddie might not be distracting enough. If things go wrong I’d like to be able take down the whole security system. Maybe even clear out the building.”

“How do we do that?”

“Think Babylon can get us some Jiminys?”

Morty made a face. “Those little cricket things?”

“Yeah. They’ll eat plastic, metal, walls—”

“And everything else they can get their greedy chompers on—including people.”

“Yes, there is that. But they love electricity more. They’ll go for the building’s wiring. Turn it right off.”

“I hate those things,” said Morty.

“Everybody hates them. That’s the point.”

Morty considered it. “I guess. But I hope we don’t have to use them.”

“Me, too,” said Coop.

“Okay. So, we need a Marilyn. Did you have anyone in mind?”

Coop thought for a minute. “What about Chitale up in Portland? He could do some pretty good brain magic.”

Morty shook his head. “Forget it. He got conked on the head while he was clouding some rubes’ minds and now he can’t turn it off. He’s been invisible for over a year.”

“That’s a lousy way to go.”

“Could be worse. These days he does a ghost bit with a crooked medium. It means he has to talk in a lot of funny voices, but he doesn’t travel much, so he gets to go home and see his kids at night.”

“Only they don’t get to see him,” said Coop.

“Funny, isn’t it?”

“Hysterical.” Coop took the top off his coffee. It was lukewarm, but he sipped it anyway. “Do you know anyone else?”

“What about Sally Gifford? She’s good to work with.”

“She’s not invisible, is she?”

“Only when she wants to be,” said Morty.

“Perfect. Now we just need a Handyman.”

“How about Phil Spectre? You guys worked okay together, right?”

“No. No Phil,” said Coop. “I do not want him back in my head. Besides, I want someone flesh and blood. Preferably with a little muscle, too.”