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Full Circle
Brussels, Belgium.
Pedestrians and traffic passed by on the other side of the window. A TV played in the corner of the fast-food restaurant. Double-duvet coverage of the events. A new revelation every day. And it wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.
“The latest big data leak reveals an organisation behind GEMA known as the Joint Peace Alliance Committee,” said the news reader. She wore a bright suit even redder than her bob hair. “This inconspicuous institution has been around since the post-war period. What can you tell us, Chris?”
The news item cut to Chris, a handsome black guy in a grey suit. He stood in front of a giant screen with a timeline of JPAC’s greatest hits.
Philippe came back from the counter. He slid my tray over and took a seat—still a bit ginger when he sa
