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No need to mention our half decade career ender in 'the Freezer'. Play it mysterious, teenage girls love that.

'For my old friend, CASCADE, tell her TAXMAN is ready to begin the ritual. No silly cunts! CASCADE only, person to person! CASCADE or nothing! And you tell her -- if we pull this one off, all will be forgiven!'

'Ritual'... 'deal'... you could easily hear Tempo exchanging one word for the other...

With your old friend, it was never one deal. Always a tangle of side bets, optional riders, and overlapping interests, arranged in such a way that Tempo always wound up across the table from himself.

Hit, point awarded.

Highly likely that this sign doesn't exist.

She was going to say another name there.

This is her way of asking for help. She needs a friend.

Here's your best shot at completing the assignment you were never officially given.

A distant door slams somewhere beyond you. The soft, stifled piano carries over muffled laughter and child-velocity footsteps from the apartment above.

Human smuggling -- risky, yes, but not exactly earth-shattering.

As she speaks, a tiny shiver passes through her.

Highly likely that's not what it's actually called.

Track this thing down. Wield it. Relieve the world of the burden of consent.

Dildo nom de guerre. In recognition of its heft.

Or maybe himself in some form.

'NOSTALGIA' IS A SYMPTOM OF REACTIONARY MENTAL RETREAT. YOU MUST REMEMBER FORWARDS!

A lot of plates for one person. She must spend all her time here.

A distant door slams somewhere beyond you. The soft, stifled piano carries over muffled laughter and child-velocity footsteps from the apartment above.

A distant door slams somewhere beyond you. The soft, stifled piano carries over muffled laughter and child-velocity footsteps from the apartment above.

A distant door slams somewhere beyond you. The soft, stifled piano carries over muffled laughter and child-velocity footsteps from the apartment above.

A flash of the bloodstain in the office, landing like a sharp boot to your stomach.

Not precise, no. But not a liar either.

'Ritual' brings up zero matches in the Tempo archives. Or any archives.

His second banning that you've been witness to. He's a ban magnet!

You're still under consideration.

A flash of your abandoned double, alone in a lonely room.

Hold your cards close for now, operant. All remains tilted.

Be open with her. This girl is not your enemy. She may yet be your ally.

HE DESERTED THE TRACK BEFORE THE STARTING GUN. MENTAL WEAKNESS LED TO PHYSICAL.

Boneless gäng, yet still a part of us.

Blown away into the night before you could even give chase.

Encrypted in those flicks, you glean, are the letters 'F' and 'U', in that order.

THE PARTY DIGS AGRICULTURAL LABOUR. ACTUAL DIGGING. EVERY DAY A WORK DAY.

But she has stiffened slightly.

SMOKING ANY SUBSTANCE OTHER THAN PARTY-APPROVED BRANDS WILL BE CLASSIFIED AS 'TOBACCO WRECKING'.

The best cigarette you've had in years.

She says, but does nothing to stop you.

They won't make it.

Yet she was happy enough to put him in KALEIDOSCOPE's crosshairs.

Yet she was happy enough to put him in the Man with Compelling Headphone's crosshairs.

Push a little harder and she'll open up. This girl wants to tell you things.

Fück. Mandated creativity time.

Could go with TAXGIRL... Strong thematic resonance.

Argument is futile, and you know it. Teenage girls are the unacknowledged legislators of reality.

Finally, she thinks. A part of her was desperately waiting for you to put this together.

In the slow dip of silence, a piano melody lulls through a thin wall.

The plea is subtle, but present. Her head is barely held above the waterline.

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