Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- Two rusty metal plates that slide apart form a crude door. It's been here under the…
- A rusting control panel with loose wires dangling out from the hole where an indicator…
- The Headless FALN Rider -- he could appear at any minute!
- There is nothing.
- You holding it together there, Meltdown Cop?
- Do you feel that?
- The dome-shaped plastic buoy still bobs up and down in the water amidst the trembling…
- "What have I used it for..." He looks you dead in the eye: "I've used it for killing…
- The library card is folded into two and still slightly wet to the touch. The front side…
- "One moment..." You can hear her shuffling through some papers.
- There's some tare, an empty cigarette package, and a crumpled kebab wrapper in the trash…
- "Are you serious?" The lieutenant's face changes immediately, taking on a more sombre…
- "So, the death notification..." the lieutenant says as soon as you've left the apartment.
- "We just need to get him back to the mainland." A crooked little smile. "We actually did…
- "Three weeks ago, when the rich hag came in on her galley. Her honour guard came in tow."
- What strikes you about this gaunt man is not the stomach pain, or the cough, or the…
- "What?!" The old man's eyes fill with sudden, unexpected terror at the words: "But you…
- "He did everything he could," the lieutenant interrupts him. "We did everything we could…
Notes
461- "Put that away. Right now." He stops you.
- You can't help but notice a little approving nod the lieutenant makes. He agrees.
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop."
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. There's a pawnshop near the water lock, maybe they have a spare."
- The lieutenant slaps the sandwich out of your hand faster than you could ever hope to react in your sorry state. It lands in the dirt and falls apart.
- "Great." The lieutenant shakes his head. "Wonderful. Good job. I mean why wouldn't you throw it... wait, turns out I don't actually care. Leave it and let's …
- He finishes his slice and brushes the wheat-free flour off his hands. "That wasn't terrible. Well, shall we?"
- He puts his glasses back on and repeats: "Never. Now, let's go."
- "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." He nods. "After you."
- "Whooh..." He takes off his glasses, reaches for a cloth -- pauses -- and puts his glasses back on.
- "I don't know why she left you. Let's go."
- He puts his glasses back on. "Now, let's go. And let's keep guns out of our mouths. And not say anything about any gloaming, or anything like that."
- "No need to apologize -- just keep your gun out of your mouth and we'll be all right." He nods. "Let's move."
- "Yes. Very, very, very wrong." He nods in agreement. "I'm glad you see it my way. Let's go."
- "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up."
- "I could have done more."
- "There's nothing to discuss, let's move on." [Leave.]
- "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran Peopl…