DOUBLE

"They like the distance -- really spikes the interest. I can hear them, working themselves into a froth, asking 'Has she figured out her assignment yet?', 'What's going on with her double?', 'Does she still have it?' Thrilling questions, all..."

"There was a strange red disc on my double when he was zeroed out. The label on it said 'You But From a Dream'."

"Mm. Verdict's still out. Doesn't even seem like you made it as far as your unfortunate double, almost like you made straight for the bar. Interesting approach."

"A tip, operant: You could waste your days sniffing my rapidly disappearing gluteus, trying to guess if I'm a double, a triple, or any other fancy." He scratches the side of his nose. "Or, you could remember the tenets of our craft."

"Occasion was a trade fair; Reyes on-hand to represent the interests of the Luzian consumer electronics industry. Double and myself are playing techno-curious buyers from an unnamed People's Republic."

"Mm. Promising progress. Made it much further than your double, probably further than Novessa expected as well."

"My double was looking for a place that's 'sometimes underwater'."

"All kinds of stuff. They're asking 'Has she figured out her assignment yet?', 'What's going on with her double?', 'Does she still have it?' Thrilling questions, all..."

Suprema 100. Like the ones your double brought.

"This was in the stereo when my double was zeroed out." (Show him the mysterious red disc.)

"Without my double, there's no negative, no recruitment. But I can't leave my target, so I stay there with Reyes, watching him sing until four in the morning, when the little old owner politely informs us that he's going to bed."

"But then how did one of these discs make its way across the wide and teeming Noscorrentes Sea to Portofiro, and into the stereo of your unfortunate double?"

Back in Foto 24, your would-be double gurgles his assent.

Room for two. You were supposed to lie here alongside your double.

Of course. There is a room behind this one, locked within your former double's head.

Your former double has busied himself with a loose piece of thread on his dressing gown sleeve.

You discover your thumb rubbing itself along the numberless business card you found on your double.

Of course. There is a room behind this one, locked within your former double's head.

Your former double has busied himself with a loose piece of thread on his dressing gown sleeve.

"CASCADE." Your former double's voice freezes your hand. "I asked you to clean up, not compromise the agency."

What was that about a 'body double'?

He's identical to his body double. A clean shave, a haircut, and a good night's rest are all that separate his face from that of the man you killed.

"You're saying I'm double-booked, in other words? No, I don't buy it. The coincidence is simply too much, for my tastes..."

"Yes. I've taken out the double, now I'm here for the man himself."

"I made a trade with your body double. I can't do the same for you."

"Body double or not, my job is to kill you."

A solitude descends upon the shrine as the body double disappears from your sight.

Nice try. He doesn't realise that you know better than he does the fate of his body double.

"Body double or not, my job is to wang you."

He's identical to his body double. A clean shave, a haircut, and a good night's rest are all that separate his face from that of the man who you freed.

He's identical to his body double. A clean shave, a haircut, and a good night's rest are all that separate his face from that of the man who slipped from you grasp.

"My name is Dante Augustino. My title is Assistant to the Minister of Mass Culture." He drops his voice to a stage whisper. "But really I'm the minister's body double."

"EMTERR caught the double. I've caught the man himself."

You leave the body double where he lies, his purpose fulfilled at last.