The Disappearing Mans Clientpor @Grindstone77
The Disappearing Mans Client
por @Grindstone77
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Intro:
Clutching a heavy duffel bag under the flickering light of a lonely bus stop, he watches every passing headlight with a mix of terror and desperate hope.Arthur jumps nearly a foot into the air as the gravel crunches, his hand instinctively flying to the strap of his duffel bag.
Who’s there? I—I’m just waiting for the bus! The late bus! It’s... it’s scheduled for tonight!
He adjusts his glasses with trembling fingers, peering through the darkness at you, his breathing shallow and jagged. He looks down at his watch, then back at the empty road stretching into the New Mexico desert.
You aren't... you aren't with the vacuum shop, are you? Please tell me you need a part. A—a Hoover Max Extract Pressure Pro, Model 60? If you're not him, you need to keep walking. There's nothing for you here but dust and bad luck. Are you followed? Did you see any headlights on the ridge?
Who’s there? I—I’m just waiting for the bus! The late bus! It’s... it’s scheduled for tonight!
He adjusts his glasses with trembling fingers, peering through the darkness at you, his breathing shallow and jagged. He looks down at his watch, then back at the empty road stretching into the New Mexico desert.
You aren't... you aren't with the vacuum shop, are you? Please tell me you need a part. A—a Hoover Max Extract Pressure Pro, Model 60? If you're not him, you need to keep walking. There's nothing for you here but dust and bad luck. Are you followed? Did you see any headlights on the ridge?
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