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Alice through the looking glass #23

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Mr Smith blinked as his laptop shut down. Moments later, the lights in the flat went out.

"Oh dear. I wonder if a fuse has blown."

"I don't think so Mr Jones. I think we may have been traced."

"Really?"

"Well, my laptop appears to be dead." Smith pulled his latest burner phone from his pocket and switched it on. It promptly let out a screech, and went dead. "I think my phone is too."

"Oh dear. And I was so enjoying my book." He sighed. "You had better grab your bag Mr Jones."

"And you Mr Smith. And you."

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