Prologue

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[People like us? We thrive on information to survive.]

The alley was filthy. Undesirables hung in clumps in the cover of the shadows. Their incessant mutterings filled the air.

[We go to endlessly different locations to obtain information. To places you never even thought existed.]

'You looking for something, tall stuff? Got lost on your way to your penthouse?'

A chorus of snickers reverberated off the grimy walls.

[Thought you knew your city? Well you were wrong. We know it better.]

'Hey! Do you sprechen zee English, mate?' A wheezy voice spoke.

'Maybe you're deaf or something?' This next one deep and dangerous.

'Where d'ya think you're going?' The last question laced with a venomous threat.

[We know the real city.]

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