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Alice through the looking glass #22


"What do our new, and illustrious, employers require Mr Smith?" The scraping, and squeaking, of an old computer mouse scroll-wheel drifted across the room.

"It appears that we have a quarry Mr Jones. And that we are to eliminate everyone who has made contact."

"Ah! I smell scorched earth Mr Smith!"

"Indeed Mr Jones. Our latest task returns us to good old London town. A family has been contacted."

"Oh dear. I do dislike it when we have to do these Mr Smith."

"I too, Mr Jones. Perhaps a gas explosion this time?"

"Hmm... Quick, clean... I like it."

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