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> > “The tape’s already in the machine, you can hit play to start it,” the man sitting at the edge of the stairs said.

> > “Wait, Weaver, stop.  Who was that?”  Revel asked.

> > “Who?” I asked.  “What do you mean?”

> > “Look to your right.”

> > [...]

“He’s dangerous,” Revel said.

“I beg your pardon?” the man asked.

“Attack.”

Attack?

I shook my head a little, releasing the man’s wrist.  “I appreciate the offer, sir, but let’s be safe and make sure this isn’t a trap.”

“Can’t argue with that,” he said, smiling.

“This is what hell is like,” Revel said.  “Listen to me.”

> Sting 26.1