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Chapter 47: Market Forces ('49 limited rerelease)

You bring back their plastic. Erry time.

Stranded atop the marching pillars of the Gullet, listening to his own pulse and the echo of his screams, Christ heard Hewitt's words with hallucinatory clarity. It was if the woman was standing next to him in the wind.

You go in and you finish the job. If you can, you bring back their plastic. If you can't, you take their pain.

She peered down on the zone sprawl below. As far as she could tell, the Beemer seemed to have fallen through the roof of a decaying commercial unit. She scanned the surroundings in both directions and spotted his access point. Fifty meters further along the Gullet, a caged staircase wound down around one of the concrete support pillars and came out at the end of a shabby residential street. It looked as if there...

Of course it fucking is, Richard, you daft excuse for a human being. Why don't you tell your bastards what you actually fucking are?

Hoy, Envoy. Where the eff are ya, Mansour?

Temporal ourobouros enabled.

Taaaaaaank yew, cumrags.