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Rei Murakami, holding one side of a set of headphones to her left ear, felt a chill run down her spine for two reasons. The first was simply that she was not well-accustomed to listening in on other people's conversations; but Mr. Burgess had entrusted her with the task of keeping an eye on his new security measures, one of which was a bug in Miss Fitch's penthouse. The second reason was because of what she had heard. Dropping the headset onto the desk in front of her, she turned away from the rows of monitors, earning her a questioning glance from Jason. Ignoring the scrawny thug for the moment, she fumbled in her back pocket, producing a small, yellow and black radio. Tyrone had given it to her earlier and instructed her to use it to contact him should she need to do so in private.
"Mr. Burgess, Sir?"
Tyrone was still climbing the stairs and locking doors as he went; hearing his second in command's voice suddenly echo in the dark of the stairwell, he plucked the radio's twin from his belt. "What is it, Murakami?"
"We have a problem."
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