9:11 A.M., Wendy’s
We’re here. So is Test Subject O. He rode his bike. That might complicate things for us. He is now entering the building.
9:12 A.M., Wendy’s
He ordering fries. Oh no. A man. Approximately thirty. I think he’s spotted us. He’s staring at the van. He just handed Test Subject O the fries. He’s not looking at us now. Just his phone.
9:12 A.M., Wendy’s
Test Subject O. Apparently they tried new, more extreme tests on him last night. He should have gotten two. He only got one. I have to go put them in the fries he just ordered now. There’s an opening. I’m taking it.
9:13 A.M., Wendy’s
He didn’t notice.
9:26 A.M., Wendy’s
His friend, Chris McPhearson just arrived. We haven’t sent in () yet. We will. They will order something. We must be patient.
9:29 A.M., Wendy’s
Lynne Phi and Alice Murie just arrived. Right now they’re talking. We just need to wait.
9:38 A.M., Wendy’s
They’re getting up. They’re heading towards the counter. They’re ordering. We need to send in (). He has the injection fluid ready. It’s the special occasion kind. He’s going.
9:45 A.M., Wendy’s
They didn’t leave. For a while. But they finally did. Test Subject O is the only one at the counter. () is in. Hopefully he’s not too obvious.
9:54 A.M., Wendy’s
He’s drinking it.
10:16 A.M., Wendy’s
They’re leaving. I hope we can do this.
10:31 A.M., Route 53
He’s going under. He’s turning right. A cars going to get him. This has to be fast.
10:31 A.M., Route 53
We got him.
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