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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, TIMOTHY LAWRENCE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.37.122.98 *** <jimothy> has joined 019.37.122.98 <jimothy> Hey, this is, uh <jimothy> Well, you should know who if you're messaging.

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[n_ll]

[Boxer scoffs.]

Yeah. Bit off more than I can chew this time.

[What does a nobody like him have against a guy like Jack? He has too many vulnerabilities, and he knows it.]

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Is there anything I can do to help you out other than keep my mouth shut?

[ there's nothing tim can personally think of off the top of his head that would be helpful, but maybe boxer has some sort of plan for...something. ]

[n_ll]

Need your help keeping him away from here. Divert, distract...whatever you can do.

[So technically, he has no plan, he's just taking this one step at a time.]

[expendableasset]

Okay.

[ tim doesn't think jack has any reason to come to the church, and if boxer's been playing his cards right there's nothing leading him to think he should. hopefully. he's hit with an unexpected twinge of guilt at the thought of working against his boss, even with their strained relationship -- he bites it back, rubs at the back of his own neck again. ]

When do you think she's gonna wake up?

[n_ll]

[The church is near the lake, so it's under threat only by proximity.]

Likely whenever the next fog hits.

[expendableasset]

Right.

[ he chews on the inside of his cheek -- oscillating between nervous habits. there's a terrible thought nagging at him, now, one he doesn't want to hear the answer to, but he needs to know. ]

Is there any chance she won't?