4pm and on. Waning sun. Street noise. A janitor handling heavy tools, close enough to notice the sound, far enough not to get an idea what he's actually doing. Closing windows, machines on standby. Noting some figures to compare against, later. A nervous cough and a mug of luke-warm tea is all the afternoon calls left for now.

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