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"Directions aren't cheating. Only maps are against the rules."
"That is such bullshit," Mark replies indignantly.
"Fine. Go ahead and tell Milchick about my directions to Distribution Supply. See what he says."
Mark huffs. "Distribution and random mystery hallways are two very different things. You, my friend, are a filthy mapper!"
The air between him and Mark S., here in the supply closet, is electric. Petey doesn't even care if Mark's not quite on his side yet – as much as Lumon like to think they've broken Mark, he's still got a rebel heart. It won't be long before Petey can let him know he's re-integrated.
"Besides, you can't take four lefts."
Petey squints. "Huh?"
"Look – there's four Ls in a row."
"Shit. I guess I got turned around. Maybe I'll take you with me next time."
"Yeah, right. I'm not going to the Break Room again." Mark's chummy facade cracks at the mere mention of the Break Room.
"I won't let that happen. I'll fall on my sword for you."
"Sword?" Mark laughs. "You're always saying things I can barely remember."
"Not my fault I'm smarter than you."
Mark rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna be so glad when you retire."