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See the second part of [this

post](http://theamazingfruitsalad.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/galatians-54/).\

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Continued:\

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Five years ago, Installation Four ran like clockwork, undisturbed.\

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"Sir." Big salute.\

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"Oh, fuck - at ease! For fuck's sake."\

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Three suits entered the dank, crumbling room with hats and briefcases,

and they found their chairs some distance from the big desk in front of

them.\

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The man behind the desk was hunched over a large collection of manila

folders, he was flicking through them furiously, becoming more and more

flustered.\

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"Can you find him?"\

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"Can't fucking find a thing, this is everything - I mean everyone - all

their fucking photographs, personnel documentation inside and outside

the Installation - I asked that bitch to flag his file for me, and she

didn't do it."\

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"That red thing on the floor?"\

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"Fuck's sake!"\

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Some moments passed, the desk-man sweating profusely, leaving small

stains on the folders with his movements.\

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"Look, we've just got to take a recommendation back with us, everyone

there's good, right?"\

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"They're all good, it's just that this one Private I had with me

yesterday is the best for the job: His mind is almost completely

susceptible to suggestion while under the drug."\

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"But everyone there is with the program, so they're all virtually

certain to be approved for service?"\

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"Yes, yes, but you *need* this Private."\

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"I couldn't care less."\

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"Just let me sort this out."\

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"That one - I want that one - *Harkoff*."\

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"That's not him!"\

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"Give me the folder."

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