The meeting is over.
Angel made his decision, the idiot. I've alerted the Partners, and they're allowing me to remain here until they summon me for a very long debriefing. I've decided that I'm going to spend this time over at
Wes's, with a large bottle of rum. Don't bother contacting me- for the first time in twelve years, I'm turning the cell
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