[If he was a lesser agent, Clint would have gulped the champagne down and reached for a few more now that he had the information that they had come for. However, he never fully relaxes until he hits his bed at home so he contents himself with a couple of sips.]
Mission accomplished. The guy will wake up in half an hour. And [Clint leans into murmur,] He let name slip.
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Mission accomplished. The guy will wake up in half an hour. And [Clint leans into murmur,] He let name slip.