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Weird. How did such a large shipment of explosives disappear without a trace as soon as it entered the city?

There's another shipment on the 28th... and another one on the 3rd of next month...

There were also a few shipments of brewing ingredients around the same time. Is that how they made it in? No, the routes don't match up. There were four inspection checkpoints. There's no way they could've gotten through without being discovered.

Unless... the shipments were never going to be inspected in the first place.

So precious that no one dared to check them?

Luxuries... Fine wine?

That's... not precious enough. Probably something that could easily fetch hundreds of millions of dollars?

(Gulps)

No... I have to go check out this Galería Krysztauowa.

Ugh...

Oh, what's going on? You've been holed up here, crying the whole time?

Luck hasn't been on my side today... I came across all these weird transpositions. What's the bass clef? I'm a trumpeter! What the hell was the composer thinking?

It only occurred to me when the rehearsal began that my score has a long multirest with only a couple notes in between here and there.

Was there a grace note above the rest?

No... It's just a bunch of whole rests over a hundred measures in a row. I counted all the way up, and I realized I must've miscounted because I entered too soon.

It was a very loud note. Everyone stopped and looked at me... Does whoever wrote the music know what a trumpet is?

*sigh*... Get some rest. Tomorrow will be better...

You sure...?

Our arts festival is tomorrow... Gah... I'm so nervous.

If you can't sleep, mind helping me work on my draft?

I thought you finished your draft a long time ago.

Yeah, I did, but the app froze on me when I was wrapping up yesterday. I went out for dinner while waiting for it to unfreeze, and by the time I got back...

Ahhh—! Stop it. That's enough. Say no more!

Stop!

Wait, stop—! Stop moving around so much when you're clutching your head! My tablet's over there!

It's gone... It's all gone... How come I'm so unlucky today...?

Report. The crossbowmen have the high ground. No one has spotted us.

Standing by for orders.

Haah... What a busy day this has been... What time is it? Good, still got time. I'll head to the city for a drink.

Yow!

Who would leave such a big rock out in the middle of the road? So inconsiderate.

Urgh... What's with everything today? Nothing's going right. I gotta find a fortune teller tomorrow and do something about my rotten luck.

Sorry about this, señor, but you'll have to go back. No one is allowed outside.

Who are you? What gives you the right to stop me?

Turn around, señor.

Hey, who are you people? Who sent you?

That's close enough, señor.

Soon, more soldiers in uniforms, all with stern expressions and armaments, emerge from all the streets and alleys around them and surround the neighborhood.

A few black trucks drive between them, churning a flurry of dust.

The men start unloading the trucks' contents masterfully. The sky may already be getting dark, but the objects they unload are shiningly bright.

They start to unfurl rolls of barbed wire in front of everyone, enveloping the whole community.

What are you doing...?

Señor, this is just a routine fire inspection. No need to be alarmed.

We will... greatly appreciate your cooperation.