We knew we'd done things, broken the curfew to go out and bust empires built over centuries in a single night, but we couldn't expose why we had to do what we did. It was against the code of the club, against the very essence of Project Mayhem.
Just then, he sneezed.
The investigating officer. Then we saw. Like we really saw. That he was hyperventilating, wheezing, displaying all possible signs of the six letter dreaded disease. And we saw that we had put our hands on the very table, at the exact spot where the man was drumming on, minutes ago.
We hadn't touched anywhere else, yet.
They knew. They'd planned for this. They had us trapped. And they had the sanitiser.
So we started singing. Like canaries. Yes, we started talking because of the sanitiser.
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