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[darklydriven]

[There is a moment- several, in fact, where Dexter contemplates his life; in this new place with this ... war, he can be someone different. He can chose to, if he wanted, be free from hiding who he is, embrace his specific skills. He could be useful in a completely different way. The moment passes. The truth, however, is that last six years of his life had been defining for Dexter. He is what he is by accident, but who he is? That's hard-earned and a bit more complicated.

Dexter decides to forgo video and vocal communication for a while; no one needs to see him yet, anyway. ]

Afternoon, fellow ex-pats. My name is Dexter Morgan and I am (was?) a blood spatter analyst for Miami Metro Police Department. I don't have many useful skills other than basic lab-geekery - I don't suppose that there's much call for a spatter analyst here?

[He should only be so lucky.]

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[onemoredeath]

Sex is not involved. [ He should have made that clear from the start. Oh well. ] The Initiative do not have a pattern in who they bring, only in what they expect.

[darklydriven]

No, no. Of course it isn't.

[onemoredeath]

[ Westerners. He just will sigh to himself about it. ] I suppose they might enjoy your skills in their police force, not there is much of them. Like many things in this world, the laws are a crumbled mess.