Lovesick J Wimbleton
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You cautiously enter the topmost floor of the science tower. The great monster, Gestalt, lays dead on the ground, as do Lovesick’s two accomplices, Sanford and Deimos. You draw in a shuddering breath. Lovesick lowers his gun, then notices you. He sighs. How many more Agency goons is the Auditor gonna send? He growls, squinting at you.