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[k_in_black]

Agent K is at the bar, enjoying a glass of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon, and minding his own business until somebody decides to help him mind it.

[And unless he gets Milli-timed into this disaster in the making.]

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[waco_jim]

Jim chuckles. "Yeah," he says. "Something along the lines of 'confinement to the Armpit of Despair,' I'll bet. Quite a character, Marty. Not sure who he thought he was fooling."