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She expectorated the bullet. Fascinating.

THE FASCIST PROJECTILE EXPELLED FROM THE BODY POLITIC.

Why can't we do something cool like that when we get clipped? What is this 'leave it in there' shit?

The wind whips her hair back and forth across her face. Between the strands -- flashes of your old friend, the same wild eyes, the same snarling grin.

A heavy voice through light static: 'CASCADE only, person to person! CASCADE or nothing!'

The fresh wound splits back open.

Microscopic waves of warmth radiate out from him.

You need the exit papers. Don't surprise him.

Flicking ashes out the window.

Vast, ever-expanding, a castle in the air ready to topple and dissolve.

Of course we will. Pain is temporary -- the gäng, eternal.

In a faraway hotel, a man presses the button for the lift. On the nineteenth floor, something waits for him that will change his life, if only he can figure out what it means.

A clear night, the moon nearly full. Visibility unlimited. Temperature 11 degrees and steady.

Skies clear today. A light breeze reminds you that your body is a cage, but not an unpleasant one. Temperature 11 degrees and steady.

A clear night. The profusion of stars reminds you that humanity guides itself by the light of the past. Temperature 11 degrees and stable.

Winds from the south make it hard to be present in the moment. Expect gusts up to 24 kph, becoming calm by evening.

Bands of light rain continue to move slowly north and east across the region. Walks home expected to be unseasonably melancholic. North wind 5-8 kph, becoming calm after midnight.

THIS IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL WAY OF PRODUCING HISTORY.

And managing relationships.

Ate. He's ate for sure.

Ate. He's ate for sure.

He doesn't like being called 'the phone guy'.

You'd guess a penthouse like this probably goes for about 6 million sol. This one is not currently fit for human habitation.

Looks like boars live here. Smells like it too.

His right hand forms a fist.

Too quick. Practiced.

Not his thing, personally.

Entrepreneurial ambitions, strong qualities in an asset, as you marked in TAXMAN straightaway.

Uttered with great solemnity one instant then spat out like curses the next. They seemed to take on their own solidity, detached from any human situation.

A good friend, a better asset.

A little prick to the ego.

Our uniform, thinks we're law-gäng.

Liquidity far beyond your current state of matter.

Wow. We're getting a hard rejection, gäng.

He shakes his head slightly, as if having forgotten the concept of business matters entirely.

A different type of magic.

WHAT IS THIS COUNTER-REVOLUTIONARY MINDSET YOU EXHIBIT?

FACTUALLY UNTRUE, AS EVIDENCED BY HIS ILK'S CORPSES NOT DANGLING FROM THE CITY'S LAMP POSTS.

He masks it very well.

Bags under his eyes, tense shoulders. Yes, this man is very, very tired of it all.

Mysterious Rustamian? RADIAN? A long shot, but worth following up on.

Could be anyone.

A PROSTITUTE WHO ALSO PRACTICES WITCH-CRAFT? VERY LIBERAL.

Mysterious Rustamian? Keeps to himself? Is this... Ramses?

First thought. Best thought.

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