The guard leant against the wall.
“What’s the matter… George?” asked another guard, glancing
at his badge. He began to walk, and George matched his steps.
“I just… I was told as a kid I could be anything, and yet here
I am, a minuscule cog in a colossal machine…”
“I can see that. But look, the world needs cogs on every
level. And those at the top need those at the bottom to keep them moving.”
“I guess that’s true… Wait, this isn’t my route.” George
said, confused.
“No, it’s not.” said the spy as he slit George’s
throat.
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