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oceanview || ❝ made a promise i'm coming out alive. ❞

OCEANVIEW III

and now i'm wide awake.

Oh, I died like a million times.
Through the waves, I break
The nightmares finally over CODE BY TESSISAMESS

[ The twin brothers slam on the bars and throw sneers at the Writer in the neighboring cell.

The holding cells of the Bright Falls Sheriff Station are dimly lit. One cell has been entirely converted to a temporary archive. Boxes labeled with a familiar logo, supplies, documents. There's always documents when the Federal Bureau of Control is involved. Highly confidential paperwork with several things redacted foe various levels of clearance. Although the field team involved hasn't bothered to redact much. Not when they are still dimly cut off from HQ and the Lake House has gone dark.

Maybe that's more accurate than metaphoric.

Beyond the local business brothers, voices can be heard from the handful of agents that now occupy the station. Some speak in low tones about the "famous Alan Wake really being a parautalitarian" to "I hope she knows what she's doing." Maybe the Writer can only catch bits and pieces, and most of it probably makes no sense at all. The story has to naturally unfold, edits and all, no matter how much the FBI Agent and the Writer don't want it to.

The door to the cells opens and an older man steps in. Military haircut, dark hair and eyes, FBC jacket on, and seemingly light hearted. That is until he sends a glare to the sneering pair of businessmen. It's enough to make them step back from the bars. The man grins and then makes his way to the Writer's cell. He raises his hand and knocks on it. ]

Alright, wake up time. Come on, Wake. You're being moved. [ The FBC man smirks as if he has made the funniest joke in the room. Despite the fact they are inside? He has been wearing a pair of aviators. He takes them off and knocks on the bars again. ] No time to be dreaming. Let's go. Boss wants to see you.

[ The man folds the aviators on his under t-shirt and unlocks the cage. He pulls out a pair of black handcuffs. He clips them on Alan Wake--covered in dried blood and mud--and begins to escort him. No mind is ever given to the brothers who throw insults and warnings. The FBC member almost seems to think they're just annoyances in the wind. Background noise to fade out.

He nods to the other field agents and one in particular. Agent Kiran Estevez. She glances between the two and shakes her head. It doesn't take a mind reader to be able to tell the agent thinks this is all a bad idea. Still, rank has been pulled, and not even by the man escorting Alan. It was pulled by his boss.

The Director.

He turns the corner and keeps walking Alan down the hallway to the Sheriff's Office. ]

Captain Ranger Steve Sevestapol. Good to meet you again, Wake.

[ He had a much more friendly demeanor now out of the gaze of others. A grin on his face even as he opens the door beside them. A few more steps and they are in a office that Alan has probably seen one too many times to call comfortable. The room is different from the last Breaker that inhabited it, but, still feeling like Bright Falls. Family. Home. Rustic.

Against the edge of the desk sits a red headed woman. Shorter than both men, green eyes, dressed in a tactical vest, half gloves, and boots. The light in the room almost seems to hum. It's brighter in this room, but the light in the whole station seems to be oddly brighter.

Steve uncuffs the writer and gives him a pat on the back. The door closes behind him, leaving only the Director and Alan Wake. ]

Mr. Alan Wake, right? [ The Director asks to get his attention. Her green eyes seem to be searching for something on him. Or, something from him period. ] The famous writer of the Alex Casey novels. Right?

[ She shifts how she sits on the desk, hands curled around the lip of it, watching Alan intently for some sort of answer. She's almost on edge and maybe even nervous about the answer she might get. She needs whatever the answer is going to be. It will tell her how to proceed going forward in this mess of a horror story. ]

And, you're awake. [ Her word choice is pointed for a reason that maybe only she knows. ] You were out cold when my agents brought you here from the woods.

Which means I'm sure you have questions for me.

[ The faint hum that can be heard by certain people seems louder around her. She doesn't expect him to notice it. Something about the encounter seems reminiscent of others, and so her questions are posed differently. She has to make sure things are similar--but different enough. ]

Edited 2023-12-09 03:28 (UTC)

[ By the time the ranger captain steps into the area containing the holding cells, the writer known as Alan Wake has dropped down to sit on the bed inside the cell he was put in. The bed has springs sticking out all over the place which makes it hardly comfortable, but comfort is the last thing on Alan's mind. When he first woke up, he was more like himself. He heard the brothers next door to him jeering and throwing jabs and insults, and at first, he threw back retorts of his own.

But they just kept going, increasing in volume and gradually becoming more and more personal. Too personal. They struck a nerve. Several nerves. Eventually, Alan couldn't take it anymore. He all but collapsed onto the bed, his hands lifting to cover his ears. He didn't want to hear the mocking sneers from the two men who didn't seem to want to stop. But he could still hear them even though he did the best he could to block them out.

The constant stream of insults made Alan want to recoil, as did the pounding sensation in his head that only seemed to grow the longer he sat there. As the two brothers kept up their incessant tirade, the pain in his head grew worse. But he couldn't hold his head and block out the voices of the Koskela brothers, so he just sat there and tried to think about anything but the splitting migraine building behind his eyes.

A voice cut through the jeers from the next cell over. What was it saying?

-time. Come on, Wake. You're being moved.

Every other word cut out, sounding like it was obstructed by a buzzing noise. Was that in Alan's head? Was something wrong with his hearing? He couldn't tell. Who's talking? The agents who found me on the beach? Did they come back already? I thought- I thought they went somewhere. Left. Or they were told to leave. Weren't there other agents? I don't remember.

Alan vaguely remembers being found on the shore, being questioned, the feeling of the headache growing worse all the time... and then there was nothing until he woke up here in this cell. There's something weird about this. Something strange. Familiar but not familiar. What's happening?

Alan doesn't protest or even put up much of a fight when the man wearing aviators puts a strange looking pair of handcuffs around his wrists. He doesn't say anything when said man escorts him from the cell to... to where? ]

Where are we going? Have- Have we met before? I don't recognize you.

[ Alan remains silent until they're away from the others who had been watching them. Once they're alone, that's when he begins to speak. ] We've met before? Sorry, but I'm having trouble remembering.

[ A part of him wants to smile at the other man for some inexplicable reason, but the expression doesn't even touch Alan's face. He's still rattled from the constant sneers he was forced to listen to, and his head still feels like it's about to split in two. ]

You mentioned your boss wants to see me. Who's that? [ Alan knows he probably doesn't know whoever this boss is either, but he still can't help but wonder.

It's not until they reach the office that Alan gets the answer to that question. There's a woman there, leaning against the desk, and Alan finds his gaze drawn almost instantly to her like he's responding to a gravitational pull. Suddenly the cuffs are removed, and Steve is patting him on the back before leaving him alone with the redheaded woman.

The ache in his head is still intensifying, but she's talking to him. She knows his name. That shouldn't be surprising, as a lot of people know who he is. Alan nods and instantly regrets it, hands lifting to rub both temples as the pain seems to spike again. ]

Guess you did your research. [ Whoever she is, if she's the boss of... of whoever, she probably doesn't read crime novels. At least, not the crime novels he wrote once. ]

Awake... am I? I wish- if this is what being awake feels like, I want to go back to sleep.

[ No, I don't want to go to sleep. I want to be awake. But this headache can stop anytime. Please.

His fingers curl more against his head, reacting to the continuing pain there. ]

Who- who are you? [ He doesn't lift his head to look at her, as even moving just a fraction causes his head to hurt more. He hopes she doesn't mind his apparent lack of manners, but he's finding it hard to move, even to look her in the eyes. ]

Edited 2023-12-09 06:56 (UTC)

You could say it was another version. [ Steve smirks as if he's aware of a joke that Alan may not be clued in on yet. ] But, don't worry about it. All things in due time or something like that.

[ A nod is given to the door before he opens it. ] The Director.

[ Jesse Faden feels nervous. That's never a good sign in any loop, or version, or normality. She shouldn't be nervous. They've gotten this far into the loop. That means that things are progressing the way they should. However the manuscript has been edited works. Now, they just need to get past where they were at last time. Not that she remembers it entirely, but, she has that sinking feeling inside her. The one that sets off her instincts. The one that says it didn't end the way it should of because she failed someone.

Maybe Alan himself.

Her head raises as she hears the door open.

Steve escort Alan inside as planned and remove the black rock cuffs. A pat to the back is given before leaving. Jesse can't help but smile--at least with her eyes--at her right hand ranger. She has no idea how Steve has been able to keep memories of what is going on... but she's decided not to question it.

Her attention focuses entirely on Alan once he answers. The tone and words themselves cause her to pause. Fingers curl under the lip of the desk she's sitting on the edge of. She can feel how they press into the wood as he continues. Wanting to go back to sleep.

Who- who are you?

And, her heart sinks.

« I shouldn't be surprised. Why would he write it back in this time? I didn't ask or demand it. I let him decide, didn't I? Work with the story how he needed to make it work to end it. Maybe that's just inevitably something cut from the story. Served it's purpose or something like that. That page I have may not do any good now. Shit. Shit. » ]

Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. Faden.

[ There's no overly harsh tone in her voice, nothing so impersonal that she'd say she's entirely in business mode. Just enough space to allow whatever his reaction is going to be. She leans back, head tilted to the side slightly.

« He looks like shit. I don't mean just because of the obvious blood and dirt. He's in pain. It's obvious. Whatever I had planned isn't going to work or get through to him like this. I don't even have an idea what's causing the pain. It might not be my place to know this time. » ]

I imagine being in the cell next to the cult leaders made your headache worse. Take a seat. It's not really my office anyways. [ Jesse nods to the open couch that's still in the brighter light that comes from the ceiling. ] We can talk later. Once you're feeling better.

[ She knows Steve just brought him here on her request. That instinct kicks in and tells her anything she'd say or do at the moment would be pointless. Even showing him the manuscript page she has tucked away in her vest pocket wouldn't sink in. Jesse looks down for a brief second before standing up.

This time, she moves over to stand next to Alan. Her hands raise, but she doesn't make contact, easing him to sit on the couch in the light. Polaris may not even be able to help if he has no idea she's there. So, that means the best thing is to just let him absorb whatever he needs to from the light.

He is the Torchbearer and Champion of Light.

A few steps are taken back as she moves to the double doors. ]

I'll keep Sevestapol on watch outside for you. If you need anything? Let him know. We'll talk once you're feeling more like yourself.

Another version? What? [ Through the pounding in his head, Alan feels something nudging at him, something trying to make him think. Why does this feel vaguely familiar? All he has is the vaguest of feelings that this isn't new; maybe he's done this before somehow. It's insane, but everything around him is insane.

That feeling increases when Steve states Jesse's title. I should know him. I should know her. But how? I don't know anything, except... except... we're all in danger, and it's my fault. The cult leaders were right about me. Everything they said was right.

When it's just him and the FBC Director in the room, Alan's commentary halts. He needs to listen to what she says, needs to focus on her words although the waves of pain in his head make it hard. ]

Director... Control. The- the FBC? [ He's grasping at fragments of ideas, of memories, realizing that he has heard those words before. But it's only when she says her name that he remembers. ] Faden? Yes. I- I tried to reach you. I've tried reaching you several times.

[ His frame stiffens as she mentions the cult leaders, and his fingers tighten around his head. ]

They said so many things, but- but they're right. I'm everything they said about me. Don't they say the truth hurts? [ I didn't think it would hurt this much, though.

He quiets as she moves closer to him and then eases him down onto the couch. His head tips slowly back against the couch cushions. The pressure isn't slacking off, but having something to support him helps. Maybe the light is helping too.

He lifts his head briefly and winces, but he gives her a small nod. He'd like her to stay so he can try to ask more questions, but maybe she's right. Maybe he just needs a minute in a quiet room. He won't take long. He can't. There's no time.

Once Jesse's gone out through the double doors and silence settles over the room again, Alan tries to just relax for a minute. If he doesn't move, the pain isn't as bad; it's still there, but it's a fraction more tolerable.

The problem is getting the voices in his mind to shut up. The words thrown at him by the cult leaders echo, and it makes Alan want to hunch over and cover his ears again. But the words are in his head, so even that won't help.

You're a fucking monster. You'll ruin everything. You're already ruining everything. Everything you touch gets destroyed, and it's all your fault. You brought nothing but trouble here.

Bright Falls was fine until you came along, now Taken appear every five seconds and your bullshit pages float out of the lake all the time.

You need to be put down for good. When we get out of these cells, you're dead. A bullet in the head is too good for you, but you need to be stopped, and fast.

A sudden fear grips Alan and he lurches up into a more upright position; he's still on the couch, still in the light, because he doesn't want to stray too far from it. The sudden movement sets his headache off again, but he doesn't care. He can't block out the voices and the cutting words, and that's a problem.

A quiet sigh that's more of a moan escapes him, and he slowly sinks back onto the couch again. Maybe he just needs to give the light time to work. Time to settle in. His eyes slide closed and he tries to focus on nothing but the light.

To his surprise, that something takes the form of a woman not unlike the Director who left the room not that long ago. But the image in his dreams is more otherworldly than anything else. She's hovering above him while he stays on the ground, and her whole form is illuminated by light... not just any light, though. It's a shimmering, geometric spiral.

She holds out her hands to him as if asking him to come with her.

I don't understand. Come where?

It's only then that Alan notices that while the woman is illuminated in light, he's covered in darkness. The woman beckons to him again.

Come home, Alan.

Alan shifts on the couch but he doesn't wake up; being in the light and having dozed off seems to be helping with his headache, but the ache hasn't gone away completely just yet. But for now, he's just dozing lightly, having forgotten that he needs to let the agent waiting outside know when he's ready to meet with the Director again. ]

Edited 2023-12-09 20:11 (UTC)

[ A tight and guarded smile. ] You did reach me. I took care of our mutual problem, but, you know that already. We're here for a completely different reason now.

[ Jesse watches him quietly and intently, but not in a hawkish manner. It seems like her instincts are once again right. He might be awake, but whatever is causing his headaches hasn't let him go just yet. Her gaze flicks down for a brief moment before sliding back into the role of Director.

« It might just not work in the story regardless of how much we want it. I don't know. All we can do is try again later.

I know I ask a lot from you. I already have. But, could you help him? If you can. We need Alan awake and here... regardless of how I feel. He's the only one who can change the ending. »

Jesse offers him another tight smile as he sits down. ] What people say isn't always right... or even a fraction of the truth. Most people don't know the world around them. But, get some rest.

[ She slips out and gently closes the doors. Jesse is thankful the blinds on the door obscure the view out into the hallway of the main office. Alan won't see how she grips onto the door handle or how Steve turns his head to look at her in confusion. ]

Faden?

He's not in a position to help right now. We might be on our own for this part. [ Jesse raises her gaze to the Ranger, a frown tugging at her face. ] Keep an eye on him? In case he needs anything. Estevez and I need to get things ready.

[ Steve nods in agreement and folds his hands in front of him. After a moment he tilts his head back slightly. ] He really doesn't remember, does he?

No. [ Her eyes dart back down as she gives a sharp inhale. Her shoulders square and she stands up. Right. No time to be upset. Director time. ] It's fine. We have a job to do.

Faden. It's obvious--to me anyways--it's not "fine." There's nothing "fine" or "okay" about any of this. You don't need to pretend it is.

I'm not pretending, Dad. I'm doing my job. [ Jesse gives him a look. ] "Fine" is all I have at the moment, so that's what it is. I can't fix it all.

[ Steve glances back at the door. ] No, you can't. I'll keep an eye on him. Oh and, Young was asking of you'd make sure everything is good to go in the back.

[ Jesse nods and manages a small smile. She walks away from the doors and motions for Estevez to follow her as the other agent steps out from another room. The two women make their way to the fenced parking lot. ]

[ Alan remains unaware that this conversation is happening. He's asleep and not really dreaming about anything now that the vision of the red-haired woman has faded. It's not really sleeping as much as it is dozing, and it's a light doze at that. But it's the first rest he's had in who knows how long, and at least for right now, Alan's out.

But all too soon, Alan stirs again; he's not really sure what woke him up, if it was just his internal clock saying that was enough sleep, or if some thought disturbed him. Maybe the ache in his head came back with a vengeance. Regardless, he shifts again on the couch and his eyes slowly open. It takes a minute for him to regain his bearings and to remember where he is.

The pounding in his head has been reduced to a dull ache for the moment, but now he has a feeling of grogginess on top of it. He sits up again, but he doesn't stand up from the couch just yet, choosing to just sit there and try and collect himself.

After another handful of minutes passes, finally Alan stands up, knowing he's probably delayed the FBC director long enough already. She probably wants him out of this room, or at least wants answers from him. Everyone seems to be looking for something from him, from the FBI agents to the cult leaders and now the FBC. But there's no ignoring it, not really.

He slowly heads over to the door and opens it, noting right away how Steve is standing there, presumably guarding the door. ]

Uh.. Hey. Is the Director around?

[ Steve glances out the nearby window as the light has begun to fade. It's still bright outside, but a familiar orange has started to tint everywhere. A slight uncomfortable feeling begins to settle in his shoulders. Night is coming. How different is it going to be this time? He squares his shoulders and feels that familiar old military training kick in.

Breathing control. Clear headed. Focus on the mission.

Fuck, he misses being in a plane when this feeling kicks in.

The door opening behind him catches his attention. He half turns, nodding to Alan in a welcoming gesture. ]

Morning, sleeping beauty. Glad to see you're awake. [ That easy grin takes his face. He bets that Alan hates that joke about his last name. ] And, Faden is around. Give it a few minutes and she's bound to show up now that you're up.

[ The grumbling can be heard from behind the door that leads to the cells. Steve sighs and rolls his eyes. ]
Need anything? Coffee? Probably can find some donuts or something if you need something a bit more--

--He's not going to eat it.

[ Steve turns his head to see Jesse walking back up to the double doors. He gives a glance to Alan that says 'See, told you so.' ]

Make sure the morgue is as good as you can get it with Estevez, Sevestapol. [ She nods to the Ranger who gives a small shrug and makes his way down the hall Jesse came from. Almost like they're swapping shifts. She watches the Ranger go before turning back to Alan.

A hand raises to gesture for them to step back into the office. The doors close behind her and she moves back to the spot she was at before. Leaning against the desk, sitting on the edge, hands wrapped around the rim. It's a way to help keep her rooted in place. This isn't going to be a conversation she likes.

An internal sigh. « I really need to stop hoping and having expectations for reunions. They're never what I hope for. » ]

So, I'm guessing you had questions for me, Wake? [ « Best to start off professional. Neutral. See where it goes from there. No getting hopes up or excited. Horror stories aren't meant to be happy. » ] You look like you're feeling better.

[ Luckily for Alan, it hasn't registered yet with him that it's growing dark outside. Just because he's spent most of his time in the dark doesn't mean he's ever at ease in it. The darkness is where the monsters lurk, and from the shadows is where the voices shouting or whispering his name come from. No, there's nothing about the darkness that Alan likes.

He opens the door to alert Steve, and the older man greets him with yet another quip about his name. In spite of himself, Alan rolls his eyes in pretend annoyance that has a grain of actual mild annoyance in it, but he offers a half-smile. ]

Let me guess, you're always in a punny mood. [ It's not a great effort, and it probably won't even net him a laugh, but considering his own mood, it's something.

Alan's eyes shift to the door leading to the cells, and his smile that was barely there to begin with vanishes. ]

I'm fi- [ He starts to say before someone else answers before he can finish. That nagging feeling of familiarity prods at his mind again. What exactly is so familiar about this? Why do I feel like I should know this?

His gaze shifts again to see Jesse approaching them. Something inside him seems to react to the sight of her, but he hasn't even the faintest idea why that would be. It's something else he chalks off to the strange nagging feeling that he really should know more than he does about this situation, about the FBC, about almost everything. But whenever he searches inwardly for information, something that might be relevant, nothing comes to mind.

He pulls himself back to the present to hear Jesse giving orders and he stiffens in response to what he hears. A morgue that needs to be prepared... for what? There's only one thing a morgue is used for, and all Alan feels is a sinking feeling. ]

You sound like an officer giving orders before a battle. [ And that only contributes to Alan's growing sense of unease. But he follows her back inside the office, a wary expression now on his face. ]

Yeah... I have questions. [ A frown forms, pulling his lips down with it, and he rubs at his forehead, although for now, the pressure has lessened. ] What exactly are you getting ready for?

[ Jesse gives a tight smile. She is giving orders. She's the Director. Their lives are in her hands. She can't save them all. But, she can do everything in her power to tip the odds in her favor. Now, if only that worked for Alan Wake. ]

The Shadow--what you refer to as the Dark Presence--could find out that you're here. Which means we need to be prepared for Shadowed Individuals--Taken--to storm the place. I'm sure they'd show up even if you were still with the FBI. [ Her head tilts to the side. ] You could say it's not a fan of someone I know.

[ « That being you, of course. We already cleansed the control points here. That's bound to piss it off. The Dark Presence is territorial... which explains why it won't give up Alan. » ]

We'll find a way to secure you. Don't worry. It'll be away from the two brothers. Maybe they can make themselves useful for a change.

[ It's insane, but everything about this is insane. I think this has happened before. She's too... calm. Collected. Resigned, even. Have we lived through this before? Or maybe not lived through it? I don't know. ]

So... you know. You know about the Dark Presence and the Taken. But then you need to know something else. [ His head pounds, but it's not as debilitating now as it was when she first tried to talk to him. ]

It's going to find out. Maybe it already knows. But- [ It's not here yet. Maybe it's still coming. I'll know when it's here. I wish I didn't know, in a way. Then I wouldn't have to dread it coming. ]

I think... I think you should lock me back up. Somewhere away from everyone. Somewhere with the strongest locks and bars and whatever the hell else you have.

[ I don't know if even that will be enough. But they'll all be killed if they don't do something. ]

Maybe that'll buy you all some time. Time to get away.

[ They're not going to run. She's not going to run. I don't know how I know that. ]

The Buearu has done research on the area since 2010. Which, I figured, was part of why you sent me after Hartman. The previous Director's Investigations Department had him there for study, possessed by the Dark Presence. [ Her head tilts back further as he says there is something else to know. ] I garauntee it knows what we've done already, or, it's about to know. It's territorial and doesn't like the person I know.

[ « Is he trapped in a loop--or are all of us? We've had this conversation before. How many times? » ]

That's not happening, Wake. It's completely off the table. [ She manages to pull her hand from the tight grip on the table and gesture yo thr double doors. ] No containment in this building is strong enough to keep you in if it finds you. Our containment cells couldn't keep Hartman in check in HQ and we're not nearly as equipped now

[ She looks at him evenly. ]

I either put guard detail on you underneath a stadium light, or you fight with us if it comes to it. Those are the options until we get what you need to end the story.

Edited 2023-12-10 10:14 (UTC)

[ He's listening, of course, and he's following what she's saying. Understanding it. It's not difficult to understand. Accepting it is another matter, however. How can I get her to understand? ]

Look, you want to know what was going on before your people picked me up? [ This doesn't feel familiar. Maybe it didn't come up before. If there was a before. Why do I feel like there was a before? ]

I don't have all the details, because I was... going crazy. Out of my mind. Something was trying to take my mind. [ Scratch... ] Do you know how it feels when something is trying to take your mind?

[ Maybe she does, but I don't know how she'd know. I just think she might know better than most. ]

It's no picnic. [ He wonders if she'll make the connection between the headaches and what he's saying. ]

Fine. No cells, but you just need to know, all of this? [ He points at his clothes. ] That didn't just happen on its own.

[ Does she realize that people are going to die? ]

Are you going to give me a gun? [ He's been refused that before, on the grounds of safety, but he can't fight if he's unarmed. ]

[ Jesse falls silent as he speaks. She can hear the agitation in his voice, the frustration. Desperation. He's trying to grab at anything to be able to control something around him--anything. He's being denied it again and again. All it's doing is making him be cornered more and more.

Lashing out to get people to trust him and listen.

She already does but he doesn't realize it because he doesn't remember her.

« It's not supposed to go this way. We're not supposed to argue. I know reunions are never how I imagine; how I want them to be. But, this isn't helpful to either of us. »

Her fingers curl to the point the wood underneath them splints. It can be heard faintly.

This part feels familiar. A different time. Being hurt, scared, trying to reach him. She's not desperate now like like was then.

She reaches behind her and pulls a standard pistol back from her waistband. It was the gun she was going to give him anyways. She has the Service Gun. There's no need for another firearm. Her hand curls around it before holding it out to him.

The moment he puts his hand on it, she uses it to pull him closer. Not intimately close, but enough so she can lower her voice. ]

Yes. I know what it's like. [ Her green eyes stare into his gray ones in hopes he can remember without her needing to give him the manuscript. ] The Cult attacked you and Agent Casey. They found you in the woods. Casey is still MIA.

[ « I don't want to argue. We don't have time. I want him to remember. » ]

Alan. We don't have the time to fight. [ Jesse frowns slightly. It's almost too hard to be just the Director around him. ] There's a flashlight behind you if you need it with the gun. In case we're attacked tonight.

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