Personally, I think the whole thing is set to blow. Through MoMod's glasses I can see a goldfish swimming within his watery eyes. The fish's lips ripple as if they don't know whether to stay open or to close completely and forever. I nod preternaturally, pretending to understand. Sergei hangs up the phone and sighs.
People are so temporal mental.
Give them an inch stick and they want the time of day. No ambiguity can be allowed to creep into the report. That's why it is so important that you do the writing in Hell. Exactitude is tantamount to the future of the world as we know it. Whatever that means, but you can see my dilemma as the truth comes out.