....Spiralling out of control.

TSM signals for those around to come closer.

"Come hither, let me tell you a tale about a slow old fella who tried to make a dent in the bile of todays leaders."

"NSM had enjoyed some early popularity with a few fancy words in the streets, it attracted some of the bigger stars out in Philly and at a time where he was just a lowly Wise Guy, it was enjoyable to see people come and praise him so.

NSM was innocent in the ways of "the game", for that is what it is, it's all a game, all a big trick, you make your moves, you make your counter moves. Even someone as fresh as me could see this and when I was introduced to the politics of it all, it became even more clear. This is all just one big game to play. Make comments here, a few compliments there and people will embrace you.

Over time and through listening to comments made it was clear the current powers that be were making moves to prevent others from getting close to them, which is understandable but then we saw one of their comrades drop. This piqued NSM's interest and he began wondering if one could do that and look to remove one of these sods, then others could. He wasn't sure why others didn't already, it was bizarre, people were just in survival mode.

Survival mode being, willing to lap up the scraps from the table while being completely disposable. That is not a way to live in this place and NSM's understanding of this was not to just sit around and be cunted off, it was to stake your own claim, make your own moves, be bold, be brave, be brilliant and NSM decided to do just that.

Spiral was a regular coffee shop visitor and was out of control, he would hug a lot and make regular stupid comments throughout the day, he also happened to be one of the more influential faces of the current group. NSM considered the method of death for him and thought about sneaking in and drowning him while he bathed, but having heard stories, he'd likely just drink the water up. So a bullet to the brain while he slept instead it was.

And then the real disaster struck, NSM was unable to find protection and he was shot down way past his prime."

TSM sits back, taking in all the faces looking up at him and holds his hands out wide, thinking they were all impressed by the terribly short story he smiles to himself.

"And there you have it guys, the reason why. Why be just another bum destined to die when you can carve out your own message. If you're not in their circle, you're disposable, why put in hard work to see it pissed away just because they're not comfortable with how much work you've put in."

"Now someone round here said something about corrupt agents, a particular strange fellow who wore a space helmet, I'm off to find him"

"Im not impressed at all. This is all very boring. Acting like you didnt benefit from it is pure and complete bullshit. Cut the crap and lets carry on."

Gillian goes back her whiskey.