Ohhhh, you're in London. That explains why your phone number has, like, seventeen digits. I hope that doesn't mean anything for my phone bill...
To be honest, I've started losing track of the number of shady shadow agencies that are keeping tabs on this place. It's possible they have? I'm not necessarily the most reliable narrator when it comes to remembering anything I don't immediately write down. Hence the blog.
( It takes a while for this message to come through, but when it finally does, a second one follows it almost immediately: )
[ Yeah, Martin's phone almost flies out of his hands and across the room when the next text does... that. Instinctively, he looks up and around, but that's just — no, there's nothing there, no one actually seeing him. Right? Still, he notices he's sort of scooched toward a corner of the office in the meantime, like having walls at his back will help. ]
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To be honest, I've started losing track of the number of shady shadow agencies that are keeping tabs on this place. It's possible they have? I'm not necessarily the most reliable narrator when it comes to remembering anything I don't immediately write down. Hence the blog.
( It takes a while for this message to come through, but when it finally does, a second one follows it almost immediately: )
Į̸̨̺͙͍̣̝͗͌ ̵̧̡̬̜̮̫̩̭̮͖̻̦̣̇̉͒̒̊̈́̂̐̃̈́̀͘͝ş̷̢̰͇̜̬̦̳̥͖̯̲͇̂̀͒̎́̂͂̒͂̈́̇́̚̕̚e̸͉̺͔͇̪͓̮̻̣̅̈́̀̌̽̉̿͝͝e̵̡̨̖̟̳̞̤̱̟͒͗͑̆̔̐͝͝͝ͅ ̷̡̧̛̪̟̼̖͚͖̻̗̫̱̺͔̯̋̒̆̋͊͌͒̈́̔̉̈́̏͜y̵̙̲̹̹̯̺͈̔ó̵̻͓͖̠̌̊͋̓u̷̧̢̡̞͍͓̜͔̯̟̒͒̽̍͂́̃̉͛̎̾͊.̶̧̺̙̝̭͕̣͇͕͋͗͑͌͂̇̂͂̌̂̕͝͠
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What the hell is that? ^^^^^^^