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Following is a transcript of the reason for The Narrator's mission being obstructed. Aliases used, situation unchanged.
[The Strategist]
It is spiralling entirely out of control! Every move I pull, every calculation, every possibility I can think of - always torn apart by him!
[The Narrator]
I do realise your frustration. But do let me go. Why am I even here?
[The Strategist]
You are a spy. You've come to spy on me.
[The Narrator]
I was passing on your roof.
[The Strategist]
Regardless. You've also dealt with him. You may be the sole person realising the pain he's causing.
[The Narrator]
To you?
[The Strategist]
To the city! Immense property damage, neon foam thrown at police cars, obscene murals on city hall windows, and that is nothing compared to what he's doing to the office buildings!
[The Narrator]
Those are really more anarchistic petty crimes. Though, you could simply stay vigilant near the usual targets-
[The Strategist]
Do you think I have not tried? Every time, he simply picks another one! No rhyme or reason to it! He's probably throwing darts at a board! And that annoying smirk he always has when I show up - the smugness of it.
[The Narrator]
Stop falling for his bait then.
[The Strategist]
The gall he has when I come to reckon with him, to mock me, to flirt with me! As a distraction! Such things are nothing more than petty games to him! He doesn't even know if I'm taken as a civilian-
[The Narrator]
You aren't.
[The Strategist]
Or if I am even into men at all!
[The Narrator]
You are.
[The Strategist]
Of course I am ! But he doesn't know that! Besides, such things are meant to be treasured for those you're interested in, not innuendos wildly thrown about as you try to stab someone to death! I mean, maybe he's into that, he probably is, it disgusts me to even think about that, but it seems like something he'd be into!
[The Narrator]
You've given thought to what he's int-
[The Strategist]
He'd just love it if I brought it up with him, wouldn't he? He'd give me that annoying smirk and make a joke and dash away! He never even gives a proper goodbye, the Witch at least has the decency to do that but oooh no, not him, "goodbyes sound too final" or whatever bullshit he'd spewn out last time, with that stupid, irritating smile as he ran-
What has been transcribed above proceeded to go on for the next forty five minutes. Such forceful takings have occurred five times in the past three weeks, preventing The Narrator from tending to her missions. The Narrator is politely asking for The Strategist to be put into some sort of counselling or online dating. She does not particularly care which.