A cloaked figure, her face turned from the lamplight, masked by the flickering shadows, is standing in the door way to the crowded Rusty Cog. She talks in the overstated tones of one who wishes to be overheard. "Hey friend, did you see those leaflets? Some guy was pinning them to the rental boards. They look a bit official but I'm not so sure, that guys, he didn't look like one of The O's men an…
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