Riddle 043: Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb...

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[ACTION - 726 ANDERSON LANE - EARLY AFTERNOON

What on earth could that massive package addressed to the Riddler possibly be? It's been at his doorstep since dawn. Having shoved said package down the driveway and into the garage, Edward takes his cane in hand and uses it much like a crowbar to pry the wooden lid off the top of the box. He begins to dig through all the packing peanuts before stopping very abruptly at the sight of a glowing orange symbol...

It couldn't be...

He shakes his head in disbelief, but after a bit more digging, the rest of his package is unearthed...

PHONE - FILTERED FROM DRONES]

I need a wheelbarrow. [No questions asked.] Now.

[ACTION - AROUND MAYFIELD - AFTERNOON

There's a man in a loud green suit en route to the Post Office, carting something veeeeeeeery sensitive in a wheelbarrow, hidden beneath a thick tarp. And if you're blocking his path on the sidewalk, there's a very good chance he'll grumble at you in a clipped, almost frenzied voice:]

Get out of my way.

[Oh, and yes. You might want to avoid peeking beneath the tarp, if you know what's good for you.]

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Phone

[bread_goes_bip]

Eddie.

[She sounds suspicious.]

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Didi.

[Whatever reason would you even have to be suspicious?]

[bread_goes_bip]

What is going on?

[Oh, just a hunch...]

[questionauthority]

Nothing we need to tell Susan about.

[Translation = Something bad.]

[bread_goes_bip]

That's what I was worried about.

[She understands that meaning loud and clear]

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Would it help my case if I said I had the situation mostly under control?

[bread_goes_bip]

[And then she's suddenly standing next to him]

Not. Particularly.

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[sklahflsakdsa goddamn Death people, all of you need to stop doing that. Hanging up the phone.]

You don't trust me?

[bread_goes_bip]

[She... won't put it quite like that...]

You have a tendency to find trouble a little too easily.

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Or perhaps trouble has a way of finding me.

[bread_goes_bip]

The outcome is the same, isn't it?