A.Journal

Checks

Trivial

This direct line of questioning is drawing far too much attention to you.

Godly

Placate her with a lie.

Medium

You often find inspiration in the allure of architecture. Use that.

Easy

Barely holding it together as she dramatises her words.

Trivial

You got off extremely lucky this time, operant. You won't next time, if you make it that far.

Trivial

Operant! Did you not learn from last time? Keep it on the down low.

Easy

Showing this woman the cryptogram has revealed far more than you should.

Easy

It's almost like she's lost a fundamental part of herself.

Medium

Perhaps all your work as an operant has just been preparing you for becoming the greatest poet that ever lived.

Easy

Hardly. You have utterly failed as a poet so far.

Easy

Steady on. You'll need to prove yourself a competent spy before you can make that kind of transition.

Easy

Waltz asymmetrically in the unseen. Something you're used to.

Easy

Unfortunately, it won't make you a better spy.

Easy

You don't need art, you need a gäng. Real shit.

Medium

An obscure pleasure, one only accessible to sensitive minds.

Easy

She's not wrong. It's a crime against decency.

Easy

Amid the heavy darkness that possesses her comes a sunny spell. It won't last long.

Easy

Her composure is immaculate, but it's not enough to hide the agony crashing through her.

Easy

That feels harsh. Maybe the gäng has gone too far...

Easy

Her composure is immaculate. If she felt any pain from this it goes completely unseen.

Medium

Blood hangs in ghostly shapes amid the dark waters of a ravine. Curious trout follow the trail and discover a body -- gore streams from a barbaric crater, where there was once an eye.

Easy

You feel the sting of a decision made, unable to be reversed.

Easy

The outline of a man, his back and shoulders, spotlit in your mind -- before he disappears into the black, never to be seen again.

Easy

A man runs away in your mind, zig-zagging towards an unknown fate, but still very much alive.

Easy

The shake in her hand intensifies. She looks like she could be sick.

Easy

She looks like she could be sick.

Medium

'Maybe I do', she thinks to herself.

Medium

Nothing fake about her reaction.

Easy

Can't trust anyone in this world that you occupy. You are forever being deceived.

Easy

You remember the many times you have staked out a place, a person. All by yourself -- at all times, in all weathers.

Medium

All around you: tall buildings with multiple viewpoints, from roofs and windows. You feel eyes watching you from one of them -- you may never find out whose.

Easy

Resigned, she sinks into herself, doing her best to swallow her pride.

Medium

'I deserve a much worse fate', she thinks to herself.

Medium

Gulp. Dry mouth. A skeleton of fear.

Easy

Are you risking your cover just so you can feel cool for a moment? Try to have some sense.

Easy

That's the poetry magazine you got for Hauzmann. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

Medium

Deep down, she's wincing, fighting to deny the worst case scenario.

Easy

That's the poetry magazine you have on you. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

Easy

That's the poetry magazine you've heard about. Has its offices nearby -- or, at least, it did.

Easy

That's the poetry magazine you found in the book stand behind her.

Medium

A failed metaphor, in other words.

Easy

It was bad, not horrendous, as that would make it memorable.

Trivial

In a way, hitting a low like that is its own kind of achievement.

Easy

Here's a question for you: when was the last time you enjoyed your own line of work?

Easy

Hope all the stress and isolation and paranoia is worth it.

Easy

Overly defensive. Usually a sign of insecurity.

Challenging

There's more to it than that. Having a break wasn't her choice.

Medium

It's been much harder than she's letting on. That magazine was her life.

Easy

No doubt due to the security breach you enacted. An unfortunate knock-on effect.

Easy

Your little security breach and subsequent escape must have had something to do with it.