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Anyone looking near the observation window this evening will probably notice the man sitting beneath it. He has dark hair, is wearing dark shades and his suit is so black and sleek and exquisitely tailored that it could probably make every tailor on Savile Row weep with envy. He's also smoking a cigarette that never seems to burn down and is exuding an air of either general contempt for everything around him or general disinterest in surroundings, depending on how much slack you want to cut him for wearing that expression.