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It's a common joke that the Opera have preemptively bugged all public phones to spare the Superbloc's citizens the awkwardness of uncertainty.

The club hates to see an operant abandoned on the pitch, deadly for morale.

An age old recruitment technique. Let those with a sufficiently 'international' perspective reveal themselves.

Whatever made this woman a plausible asset, it wasn't her knowledge of chemistry.

Reports from Operant PROBABLE suggest that 'Proyecto PESCADERA' was aborted in early 78 after one of the study's dolphins developed a violent sexual obsession with his trainer and committed suicide by sinking to the bottom of his tank.

The existence of Satellite Facility B is closely held information. There's no way a special asset would know of its existence, unless...

The existence of Satellite Facility B is closely held information. There's no way a special asset would know of its existence, unless...

Tape retains a lower profile, leaves no holes -- no evidence. Also, she won't hesitate to subtract the price of wall repairs from your stipend.

Definitely snooping.

Another expense she can add to the Operant Bureau's running tab.

There are no spies contained within this photo.

A stagehand, not even worth a cryptonym.

Your double's condition is of secondary importance.

There. Two lines of inquiry converge. Bring this purchase order to the Bazaar. That's your next stop.

There. You feel the baton hit your hand. This Bazaar is your next stop.

You have shit, in other words. Chicken bones.

Terrible stagecraft across the board. PSEUDOPOD should've caught this while examining the safehouse.

Something she should know better than to ask and you should know better than to tell.

Restless eyes, evasive demeanour. This man may not have zeroed out your double, but you're sure such things aren't beyond him.

Your controller was clear: She doesn't need to know anything beyond her station. Compartmentalise.

To assemble and guide the rest.

That's assuming it's a legitimate defection and not a double bluff from a vastly superior operant.

There will be no 'extraction'. Just a box of tools discarded at the worksite.

Even as you've been speaking your controller's silently been gaming out every possible manoeuvre. She knows what she's doing.

The sound of a coin purse jingling from behind the curtain... a single copper rolls onto the stage.

PROBABLE's service history is required reading for controllers. She's stalling you.

There is a zero percent possibility that PROBABLE, statistically the Opera's most valuable performer in 66, was here on babysitter duty.

PROBABLE was the Operant Bureau's most valuable performer in 66. His true assignment must have been a high-level hold.

'Null entities' are the lowest forms of matter in the Operant Bureau's extended cosmology. Reserved for traitors, falsifiers, and thieves.

A matter of interest for the psychomancers, perhaps.

Just a little, for fun.

Eliminated. Killed. Rendered inoperant.

You already have your task. You need only commit to it.

The ciphertext. You have the pieces, you just need to put them together.

Something about the strange red disc nags at the edge of your consciousness. Perhaps the room contains other leads as well.

That numberless phone line may be worth investigating. Perhaps the room contains other leads as well.

The room remains to be searched. There may be leads to follow up on.

Maybe it's worth taking another look at the cleaners' tuk-tuk.

There's a delicate balance to be maintained here.

This must be Reno's place, the dolphin indicates as much.

When the things you're cleaning up after are especially sensitive in nature.

Why didn't everyone do that, then? This may well have been high-level psychogenic stagecraft.

A life sacrificed on the altar of her cover.

The resident list you saw by the door may prove more revealing now.

A colossal operational fumble. There are about three people in this whole city who know her by her cryptonym, and only one who would leave this message.

Cryptonym on full display on a public noticeboard. Bravo, operant. Potentially a match-ending 'own goal'.

Operant status: ready to shuffle your way back into cold storage.

You should return to the surface, operant. You have questions that need answering.

You have been too public in who you talk to about an artefact that effectively zeroed out a fellow Operant, even if it has been rendered useless.

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