Characters who can't always be trusted. Because they often don't see the difference between sound and noise, between countryside and abandoned building, between fiction and reality.
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Hey, Jim. What's happening in Seattle?
Jim:You know very well, Mary Jane. We are here for the exchange.
Mary-Jane:Yet another spy exchange?
Jim:No. A railroad exchange.
Mary-Jane:I should have anticipated so much. Believe me, Jim, this is music for my ears.
Jim:Oh, yes, Mary Jane. A nice swing.
Mary-Jane:Leave these the swingers aside, Jim. You know that my husband is very jealous.
Jim:Don't worry, Mary Jane. Weeping willows never laugh.
Mary-Jane:Stop using the code on me, Jim. You know that it makes me nervous.
Jim:Mary Jane, but that's the truth. I'm not making anything up.
Mary-Jane:Tell me rather, Jim, what's going on with the Wicked Fang? Is he still around?
Jim:Sure. I remember the Wicked Fang. We met at seven.
Mary-Jane:Seven o'clock?
Jim:No. Seven-Eleven. But I cannot tell you what he was doing. We are teammates, yes, but I have certainly not forgotten about the Aurora Bridge.
Mary-Jane:Jim, don't try to be smart with me. I know you are cheating. Aurora is Italian for 'dawn', but the appointment is set for sunset. Don't try to change the cards on the table.
Jim:No one is changing the cards, Mary Jane, especially not when we are in the middle of a game of poker. And what's more, I am winning. And the Aurora Bridge is part of it.
Mary-Jane:Water under the bridge, Jim. Water under the bridge.
Jim:Sure. The bridge of my nose.
Mary-Jane:Jean, what's happening in Seattle?