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[un_fallen]

Raguel is lurking.

He has a purpose, more or less, beyond staring at the lights high above in the devil's tower. He does come here just for recreation occasionally; he knows Rosse's office, after all - knows from the outside which window is hidden behind the solid-looking hologram. Sometimes he catches them as they tumble out of it, screaming, flailing for the safety of solid brick. Objects in space. The ones that fall alone are luckier, of course. He should know.

But there are other reasons for being here: business, not recreation. It just so happens that the alleyway beside Rosse's ridiculously large and ostentatious (to Raguel, anyway) building is usually crawling with leads. Maybe because it's very difficult to get to the transports without going through the alley. You'd have to go three blocks to avoid it, and time is always of the essence when someone leaves Rosse's office. Besides, shortcuts are so tempting.

He fancies himself as really pretty good at this lurking thing. Black blends well with the many shadows, and it's a chilly evening. Perfect.

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[walk_ins]

Hal Carson doesn't get as many phone calls these days. Not as many that are related to what he considers his real vocation, anyhow.

Politics.

When he got a phone call from Senator Fred Atwood late last night, therefore, he acted as fast as he could, doing the only thing he knew to do (and it doesn't count as a betrayal; Rosse wouldn't mind seeing Tam gone, either, so it's all right), which was to make contact and set up a personal appointment for the relaying of extremely sensitive information.

Extremely valuable information, too.

The meeting is over, though, and Carson flips up the collar on his coat as he turns down the alley -- best not to be seen.

(He has no idea that he resembles a bad cliché.)