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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 765748" data-attributes="member: 9942">Snared in Traffic over the East RiverWednesday December 11th, 2002The engine idled smoothly as Gavid continued to drum his fingers on the wheel. He seemed lost in thought as, perhaps, he pondered Max's responses. Weighed him against some ideal? Judged him?He fumbled in his pocket, snapping open the pocketwatch and glancing at it's face. From the seat next to the scourge, Max could see the time; 1:11. The dashboard LCD, lurid green in the dark, read 21:14. A quick flick of the fingers, and the watch returned to whichever pocket it had rested in before."Do you think yourself ready for sacrifice?" his voice came, soft and low against the ambient sound of the engine.</blockquote>