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Alice through the looking glass #53


They sat in the conference room, there was a tray of biscuits on the table; an incongruous counterpoint to the tension in the air.

Tovey eyed the others warily.

"So..." Said Alice. "Are you going to tell me why you want me eradicated, and all those I've been in contact with?"

"I... I..."

"Mr Tovey. You were sent as an ambassador to talk to me. I would kindly request that you start talking."

"Yeah!" Screeched Frank. "Tell me why I suddenly have a target painted on my ass!"

Alice raised her hand. "Please Mr. Bastion. Shouting is not helping here..."

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