Act I — Chapter 10
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The black Lincoln Navigator wound languidly around Tungsten’s parking lot in an awkward, snaking path. The man standing by the door studied it apprehensively, and said something into his Bluetooth headset.
The car came to a stop near the entrance. The driver-side window rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man with gelled gray hair.
Jason’s head drooped, his mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused. He inquired in a slow, raspy whisper, “Is this the Weisenbaum Clinic? I see the big ‘W’ on the door…”
“No,” the man barked. “Go away.”
“Please, it’s very important,” Jason said, drawing out and enunciating each word. “I have an urgent medical condition. I need to go see…” His speech degenerated into a series of wheezes and coughs. “Can… Can you come closer please? It hu
