It's here.

Here's how Turnedown Service works.

About half an hour ago, a bright orange van with happy cartoon fish on the sides

pulled into the Quill Marine parking lot.

The guys inside lifted out a big, bright orange box on wheels and handed it off to my team, who rolled it through security

and downstairs to me.

Okay, guys, let's get him in.

The box is as long as a coffin, but a bit wider and a lot taller, so it doesn't look like a coffin.

So anyone who might be watching, anyone who's not cleared to know, will think we're just

moving equipment.

Injured room?

All good, no trice.

I was a little sloppy there.

I'll admit.

We're supposed to bring them out to the tent before doing it.

But there's something about dragging a guy to his death while he looks at you like nothing matters.

And at some point we figured out, you can mop inside Object E, just like you can mop anywhere else.

All right, let's get moving.

Chief, come on, you don't have to do that.

There's like a dozen people.

Walk out with me?

Yeah.

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