Concord has everything he needs.

The stage is set.

Everything is in position.

He walks straight into the Black Candle Cabaret and doesn't even stop at the bar.

Okay, maybe he stops at the bar for just like a second.

But immediately after that, he heads straight for the stairs, heading up to the balcony overlooking the stage.

Usually we try to do more of a dramatic setup than this, but there's no time.

Concord's blackmailing the cabaret.

Right now.

Here we go. Concord emerges onto the VIP balcony, but there at the table where he was expecting to find Mr. Weep,

there is no one at the moment. Hmm, must be in his office. His office is down the corridor

to the left, isn't it? It must be. There's really nowhere else it could be. Concord strides that

way. Must not let his energy flag. A binder of papers is under one arm. His suit is looking

sharp. He straightens his tie, he goes straight

down the corridor past some showgirls. It's a busy night at the cabaret tonight. Lots of people

here down below a show is about to begin. He circles past the girls, going into a dark, narrow

corridor. And yes, there, sure enough, is Mockweep's office, obvious because Mockweep is emerging

from it. Fold has already occurred, and the black candle cabaret is immersed in the dim romantic fog.

Concord strides straight up to Mr. Weep, presenting himself.

Mr. Weep, I'd like to have a word with you.

Mr. Weep has just shut the door to his office and is jangling some keys around, locking it.

He glances over his shoulder at Concord there.

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