Decisions
42'Noscorrentes Review' -- the secret jail's location, bright and shiny. That's why the old spy wanted us to fetch it.
'Noscorrentes Review' -- the secret jail's location, bright and shiny. That's why the old spy wanted us to fetch it.
Out in the open, the glossy cover catches the light. It's something you've seen before -- you've found more copies of 'The Noscorrentes Review'.
The old spy's poetry magazine should be somewhere in that mess.
There is no answer.
The tunnel, it's everything you imagined it to be.
A chill unrelated to temperature flicks up your spine.
Hauzmann no doubt organised your release from the jail.
THE PRISM.
The body double. Favoured anti-assassination technique of the Illuminated Empire.
No doubt, it was Hauzmann who organised your release from the jail.
No partner and no dependents according to the old spy.
As if you needed any additional confirmation that you're in the right place.
So the missing vendor is mixed up in this secret jail too.
They're rejecting poets left, right, and centre.
long, steady puff
"Operant. You'll want to see this."
Another null entity?
So the old fiend wasn't bluffing.
So the old man wasn't bluffing.
The old fiend didn't deign to mention that.
Between that and the intercom, Hauzmann wasn't kidding about recent security upgrades.
Hauzmann mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.
That, and the intercom. The heartless man in the bar wasn't kidding about security upgrades.
The heartless man mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.
The long, dark, sexy tunnel awaits...
That's the poetry magazine you got for Hauzmann. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.
His information was good once before. There's no reason to think it won't be again.
If you were meant to know, you would know.
Slowly, the old spy removes his headphones. He turns to you.
There's no man here. A null entity does not exist, has never existed. The deeds and assignments attributed to them never occurred. You are speaking with air.
You watch silently as the old spy communes with the dark secrets of the universe.
You're not really about to spill your guts to a null entity, are you?
"As the old ones say: Luck and skill, operant."
"Don't keep me waiting, operant."
"Finally get up to speed, operant?"
"Have a chance to reconsider my offer?"
"Operant."
"Operant."
"This was your old haunt, was it not? See why you were drawn to it. Spacious, decent sightlines, noisy enough to make bugging impractical."
"Too much for you?"
What was that about a 'body double'?
