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Not now. You, grab him.

Sir.

Let's go, Reynell.

Mr. Mateo, you really have furnished my opening ceremony with a tremendous surprise—

Men. I want you to haul him away, off to his favorite balcony to watch the sunrise. I'll have a talk with him later.

Oh, also, remember to make him climb the stairs himself.

Status?

We've managed to intimidate—sorry, <i>convince</i> the majority to accept our arrangements. We're relocating them to the Galería Krysztauowa interior now.

There's a few troublemakers unwilling to listen to us. You see...

Troublemakers?

Once the majority are inside, I want blades against their throats. See if they have the stomach to make trouble then.

Sir.

What about the street art people?

They'll be here in a few minutes. Our plants there have succeeded in instigating them. Now we just wait for them to reach the plaza and carry out their atrocities, and they'll substantiate the terrorist attack claim.

Dawn is coming. We need to hurry.

The gallery is just after the turn there!

Whew, I can't wait to give Reynell a shock.

I like it! We'll smash up his gallery and loot every last piece of stupid crap in there!

Huh?

What's your deal?

What...? What's my deal? Didn't we say we were gonna go big?

When I said go big, I meant we were gonna turn his gallery doorstep into our own arts festival and completely flip Reynell's opening ceremony. What was your idea of going big?

I...

Whatever, I'll go scout ahead!

Tecno!

What's up?

That guy there said he lives above me, but I'm not buying it—

Go on...

What's up?

The hawker's jaw drops wide open. He points a finger at the gallery-front plaza just a turn away.

There's a podium there, and seats, and even jackets left on those seats by the audience...

But not one person is present.

Not a one.