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The longest you endured was eight and a half minutes. Basically an audio-disc.

He's scared shitless.

He is extremely out of joint.

This man is on the brink of complete defeat.

This ends here. Close the door on the madness you have unleashed upon yourself.

This cannot have happened.

The mention of 'The Bank' makes you bristle.

Pretty far up. But you'll be alright. Back on the ground in no time.

Say a few words into a random payphone? Easy.

Time seems to hold its breath with you as you wait, listening.

Behind her eyes, flickers of fear and apprehension. But she's keeping them down, for your sake and hers.

The inextricable swirl of global perils and the middle-aged terrors of a life wasted.

Even if he's not the man she knew anymore, she doesn't know if she can bear to see him hurt again.

She tries not to think about it.

But you've been leched many times before. This is not a garden variety leching.

You're no 'type', you are singular. Sui generis. Unrepeatable.

A phrase you've heard uttered often, with either panic or disappointment. She's gone for the second.

Her eyes are looking every which way but towards you. Highly suspicious.

A lead weight pulls her expression downward.

This isn't getting anywhere.

A den of ghosts.

Caught out for her nosiness, she doesn't dare do anything else.

When whatever happened to him, happened.

When whatever happened to him, happened.

The one who must only bend and never break.

Stopped in her tracks.

Having a number of 'side-things' to achieve can help with your overall psychological balance. Small pips of easy pleasure.

You're not getting through her. She's way better at this than you.

Neurons light up along your spine, flickering erratically.

It takes all your concentration to keep the receiver steady against your ear.

Once you say it, there's no going back. The momentum of events will overtake you.

Over, immediately. The words ricochet inside your skull.

Disregard. Time for some self-directed espionage.

'No' is not an answer.

A list you're meant to be on.

His eyes, while not quite lighting up, definitely kindle at the prospect.

But someday -- maybe very soon -- CASCADE will be 'NEVER 4 EVER'.

An instant of sheer confusion before the panic can kick in--

There are no common muggers at the bottom of abandoned rocket silos. This was targeted.

Something slippery and muscular squirms uneasily in your gut.

There's always the dangerous option. Express delivery.

One she can't bring herself to answer.

What else is down there?

Silence wielded like a meat cleaver.

If he hears a scream from inside the Palace, the last thing he's going to do is run inside to assist.

Yeah, he's pretty scared.

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