Claxon sat in a diner in New Troy reading the @MetropolisEagle.
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He snorted. Ten years they had been working on this!
The article was the usual collection of revised timelines, committee reviews and carefully worded-
- ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
Claxon read the sentence twice.
"What does that even mean?" he muttered.
He folded the newspaper and sat back in his chair. For a moment he found himself wondering what he'd do if somebody handed him the -