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The guy that was just at the counter — was wearing one of those like
British jackets and had a briefcase. I helped him but I know you saw
him.
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What about him? Seemed nice enough.
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You’re so stupid. He’s like a covert, crypto, politico-operator.
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How the fuck do you know?
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I know this girl who used to kind of be with this guy who was plugged
in. She told me all about it.
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So the guy’s like CIA or what?
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No, he’s an indie operator.
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No, he’s not supposed to be a killer. He like goes under the current,
you know. Does things. Like ghost writes for a couple journals.
Intercepts plots and takes down the big bad buys. Like Arnie but
smarter.
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I hate working with you. You’re so full of shit. Can’t we get through
one shift without one of your paranoid delusions taking center stage?
Why can’t we just talk about sports or something like regular guys?
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Oh yeah? Here’s the story Isabela told me: There was like this
research doctor guy and he was like working on some sort of fake
hormone stuff on like a Pentagon grant, right?
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Yeah but serious shit. Like that could kill you if you breathed it.
But it was supposed to be… it was gonna be a deal like it would kill
you and could even be programmed to just like kill say a black guy or
whatever they want. You know it was like… it wasn’t hormones, but I
can’t remember now. But it would just like kill a certain kind of guy
so that another guy would be immune and could go up and just be near
the first guy to kill him. And it would kill you all slow in a way
that looked natural.
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So it would be like a genocide thing?
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Yeah, exactly, if you’re into that shit. So this research guy has got
like cancer, right? And normally they don’t let terminally ill people
work with the shit he’s working but he’s got it gunched so nobody
knows he’s dying but him. And he’s going to like release this stuff
he’s made. He doesn’t care. He’s dying and he’s pissed off. It’s gonna
like kill every woman… or Chinese guy — I can’t remember which —
in the whole world. But anyway, this operator guy who was in here, he
like finds out, fights his way into some serious military installation
and caps the doc.
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Thought you said he wasn’t a killer.
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I forgot he killed the doctor. Point is: he like saves the world and
no one knew it was even going on.
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’Cept your bimbo girlfriend of course.
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That guy, he wasn’t a spy. He was just a skinny little fucker. I could
beat his ass without trying.
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Like to see you try. Bet he’d kill you in two seconds.
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Do you suppose it’s true? I mean, you’d have to look at everyone
different if something like that were true.
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What you told me, stupid.
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I don’t know. It’s a big old world. Who knows? I doubt it, though. No,
come to think of it, definitely not.
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So what are you doing this weekend? You going out at all?
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I don’t know. Does it matter? Nothing ever happens in this town
anyway.
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Yeah, you’re right about that much.
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