Politics

"Yes, this place really seems to run like clockwork. Keep it up, Leo." The lieutenant smiles at the little man.

The containers in the yard are green in Wild Pines livery and the mountain rising behind Leo is all red in Union colours.

"That was smart," the lieutenant says, nodding toward the unlocked door.

"It must have been cramping my style."

All that remains is to wreak havoc on the middle class.

Fucking kill yourself you asshole.

I must have voted (and possibly even lobbied) to remove the thing because I don't believe in that rubbish one bit.

"Oh! That's actually what I was thinking -- THE HANGED MAN." He nods. "I like that. A good, strong name. We have a very good name for the case now."

I like it, but can't we wreak havoc on other nations instead?

The middle class are not to be blamed. It's human nature.

He flips the pages of his notebook. "I'm going to start calling it THE HANGED MAN. It's good we sorted this out."

"Someone from the Whirling threw it in the trash? I don't know. I'm boring."

"I think I didn't want to be a cop anymore."

"It has a.. foreboding quality to it. Maybe I needed to lose it, for the great bloodletting to begin..."

Absolutely motionless at first, then animated slowly, imperceptibly even, the lieutenant begins to browse his notes again. Leaving you to the case files.

"It has a.. foreboding quality to it. I'm picking up dark vibes. Maybe I had to lose it?"

This is getting weird and hostile. Sorry, nose -- let's just move on.

"Thank you," the lieutenant nods. "I think so too. Good and normal."