The wheel itself isn't distinguishing enough -- it could belong to a number of high-end model sets.

His eyes skimmed right over it, almost as if it wasn't there.

Gäng up on him.

An intervention.

THE REALLOCATION OF RESOURCES.

Witness his true form emerge: A spittle-licker, specially bred to feel utter contempt for anyone below them and pants-wetting fear of anyone above.

EMTERR's personnel department. Infamous for their hands-on approach to quarterly check-ins.

His own febrile logic has turned in on itself. He'll believe anything you tell him now.

He thinks he's about to be dismissed.

You're under no obligation to stop your opponent from making a mistake.

Anticipation. Building. Bursting.

No spouse. No friends. No passions. No beliefs. Just this.

The sound of desire, freshly unearthed. L'Appel de gap.

So that's it -- a gap in the Grand Lich's official itinerary, unknown even to EMTERR. Wide enough for a bullet to go through.

A cryptonym. Meaning...

A name, the last thing to be traded away.

The way he says it, he's not sure whether that's really true.

Shortness of breath. Pale, sweaty complexion. Nosebleeds. Symptoms of hypertension.

If he keeps going like this, he's going to stroke out in his 30s.

High-velocity gap pondering tool. Also the only way you've ever tidied your apartment.

All around you, thousands of copper strands reach out in as many directions. The electricity buzzes softly with unheard voices.

You've wrung what you need from this limp rag. Time to move on.

The way he says it, he's not sure whether he'd consider that a negative or not.

YOU MAY NEVER TOUCH THE MASTER OF CAPITAL BUT YOU CAN TAKE A STEAMING DUMP ON HIS CREATURES.

He may shortly find himself on flight D513 bound for Ile-de-Söze.

He may shortly find himself on a flight to an unmarked labour camp.

Incomprehension, mixed with a taste of horror.

You already know her name. It rang out to you across the noumenal plane.

A fellow supplicant at Her altar.

High-end threadware, to seize his attention.

THE RUNNING DOG ANSWERS ONLY TO SIGNIFIERS OF WEALTH. ACQUIRE THESE AND HE'LL SUCK YOUR HAUTE BOURGEOIS TOES.

It may be time to reconsider the wiretapping solution.

The way forward is obvious. Duchess surely knows what this 'gap' is all about.

There's no point going meat-to-meat. You need a more techno solution.

You've already brought RADIAN back into your orbit. He should make short work of this task.

You've already located RADIAN. Get him back on his medication and he'll surely make short work of this task.

This task screams RADIAN. If you can locate your former asset, he'll surely make short work of this task.

Use Duchess's canny method to fill in the gap.

A Merillian SJ6. Top speed 90 km/h, 150cc engine. Entry-level model popular with metropolitan professionals and a subset of hardcore national chauvinists.

He just permanently forgot his first handjob from a boy. They were fourteen, watching foreign movies in the dark. They never looked each other in the eye again.

You know this man's connected with EMTERR. He may be one of the two negotiators you've caught wind of.

This man matches the description you've received of one of the two EMTERR negotiators said to be handling this 'secret treaty'.

He's been going on about this mysterious gap for a while. It may be time to get to the bottom of it.

You're a true Shape-Changer, a high archon of fashion.

Pre-orgasmic tremors jiggle the padded shoulders of his jacket.

Metamoto did say his junior 'Frederik' would be under a great deal of stress.

So this is what the 'miracle' looks like first hand.

Could this have anything to do with the 'sensuous' phone card you found on PSEUDOPOD?

He practically clings to it, like a shipwreck-survivor holding onto a piece of driftwood.

The line appears to be occupied.

Checks