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"Archer! This is Tequila Sunset. Can you hear me?"
"Archer! This is Detective Costeau. Can you hear me?"
"Archer! This is Lieutenant Du Bois. Can you hear me?"
"Archer! This is Tequila Sunset. Can you hear me?"
"Archer! This is Detective Costeau. Can you hear me?"
"Archer! This is Lieutenant Du Bois. Can you hear me?"
The signals are getting increasingly mixed. Plucking Archer's signal from this will be like isolating a single strand from a tangle of hair...
"This isn't looking good." The speedfreak removes his sweat-drenched headphones. "The radio-spookers are winning."
"My guess, you climb up the centaur-man, see if there's anything obviously interfering with them. Maybe you've got some technical law-science?"
Come on, son. This isn't anything but a common high bar! Just get a solid overhand grip and hoist yourself up!
Images of your body smashed against the pavement flood your mind -- this is dangerous.
Something about this set-up seems dimly familiar, but you'll be damned if you know what you're supposed to do about it.
Your gloves give you a solid grip on the metal bar. This feels pleasingly familiar...
The connection itself is nothing more than a little braid of exposed wire wrapped about the hoof of the horse, a copper fetter it cannot slip...
The whole monument is covered in a thin but durable layer of oil and grime. It's obvious no one has cleaned it in years.
If you had something alcoholic, you could dissolve the oils, creating a cleaner (and clearer) connection.
"It is, it's the time of desperate measures. He's using his party fuel to clean the connections..."
Once the alcohol has had time to dissolve the oils, you wipe off the bar with your sleeve and reattach the cable.
"Yeah... maybe some. Not enough though. Would've hoped between that and the de-spooker engaged that we'd be able to align with any frequency, but we're still just medium core, at best."
"Hang on, I'm looking at Egg's checklist. He says: 'IF ALL FAILS, BEND ANTENNA. NARROW IS THE HARD CORE WAY'... That make any sense to you?"
The speedfreak is right. The responsibility is yours and yours alone. There's no turning back now.
Look at Filippe III.
You are face to face with Filippe III. The bronze king looks toward the west. Something about his features seems bizarrely distorted.
Not intentionally. It’s a matter of perspective. The king was never meant to be seen from such an angle as you’ve attained.
His imperious gaze leads you naturally to his outstretched hand, which for some reason strikes you as sadly empty...
He seems ill-equipped for wherever he’s going. A king should not go about unarmed.
You can't help but feel that sabre you picked up might just give this old king a little more panache and better reception!
The king won't know what he's missing. He looks straight ahead, his expression defiant and verdigris.
To your surprise, the sabre's hilt fits quite snugly in the statue's hand. The king cuts quite the triumphal figure now.
Why not arm the good king's valiant steed instead? There seems to be just enough room between its teeth there...
Your grip is firm, yet controlled. The swelling in your headset guides your hands as much as your hands guide the bronze horse head. It's almost like you're hearing through the horse itself...