Act I, monochrome. Five rooms, 100 points, verified end-to-end at 100/100 on the first pass, plus three verified Sierra deaths. Frank goes under as fight manager "Frank Deacon" to break a fight-fixing racket. The procedure gag from the bible finally has teeth: Form 22-B, the four-page application for an authorised cover identity, is filed in Act 1 by a clerk in Sacramento who never learns anything about it — and that form is the only thing standing between Frank and a very short career. At the promoter's licence check the "I'm licensed" reply is gated on having filed it; skip the form and the single visible option is the fatal one. Bureaucracy as the thing that saves you is the exact inversion the campaign is built on. Act I cases now share a sprite set: 18 PNGs copied from case-01, 14 new ones generated. tools/sprites.py skips keys beginning with "_" so sprites.json can carry a note about which sprites are shared. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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"name": "The Olympic Auditorium — Ringside, Friday",
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"enter_text": "Round three. Four thousand people, a great deal of smoke, and a kid who has ninety seconds left to decide what kind of man he is.",
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"music": 4,
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"strokes": [
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 8, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 40, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 12, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 20, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 28, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 60, "y": 2, "w": 40, "h": 10, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 64, "y": 5, "w": 12, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 84, "y": 5, "w": 12, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 40, "w": 160, "h": 128, "color": 8, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 40, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 122, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 125, "w": 160, "h": 43, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }
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],
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"spawn": [18, 146],
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"exits": [null, null, null, 3],
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"objects": [
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{
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"name": "ring",
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"sprite": "ring",
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"x": 80,
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"y": 112,
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"look": "The ring. Kessler is carrying him — you can see it from here, everybody who knows anything can see it from here — and the clock says fifty seconds of the third.",
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"synonyms": "canvas ropes fight corner posts",
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"use_text": "You cannot stop the fight. You have no badge in this building, you are Frank Deacon of Sacramento, and the referee is Sid Tannenbaum's referee. What you have is ninety seconds and a girl in a room somewhere."
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},
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{
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"name": "heavy",
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"sprite": "heavy",
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"x": 38,
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"y": 140,
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"look": "The man in the overcoat, working the aisle, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the clock rather than the fight. A man watching a clock at a boxing match is a man waiting to make a telephone call.",
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"synonyms": "muscle enforcer man overcoat goon",
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"points": 10,
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"sets_flag": "wife_safe",
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"use_text": "You take him in the aisle in eleven seconds, which is your father's record, and which you have never once matched before or since. In his coat: a room key for the Alvarado Hotel, third floor, and a note of the times he is expected to telephone it. The next one is in four minutes. Nordberg is outside. Nordberg cannot walk, cannot drive, and cannot hold a radio. Nordberg gets there in three.",
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"dialogue": [
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{
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"says": "The man in the overcoat looks at you without any expression at all.",
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"choices": [
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{ "text": "Take your hands out of your pockets.", "goto": 1 },
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{ "text": "Police Squad. Hands where I can see them.", "goto": 1 }
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]
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},
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{
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"says": "He takes his hands out of his pockets. This is, on reflection, the one time all week that has been the thing you wanted.",
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"choices": [{ "text": "Good.", "goto": -1 }]
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}
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]
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},
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{
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"name": "wife",
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"sprite": "wife",
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"x": 122,
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"y": 138,
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"look": "Ellie Kessler, brought in through the side door by an officer in two leg casts who will not explain how he got up the stairs at the Alvarado and who will never be asked.",
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"synonyms": "ellie woman girl kessler",
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"visible_flag": "wife_safe",
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"use_text": "You walk her down to the apron and you stand her where a twenty-four-year-old fighter carrying a man through the fourth round can see her. He sees her in the last nine seconds of the round. He does not celebrate. He does not point. He puts his glove on the top rope and he breathes out, and then he goes and wins a boxing match."
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},
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{
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"name": "promoter",
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"sprite": "promoter",
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"x": 96,
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"y": 146,
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"look": "Sid Tannenbaum, four rows back, watching his eight thousand dollars fail to happen in real time in front of four thousand witnesses.",
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"synonyms": "sid tannenbaum boss man cigar",
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"requires_flag": "wife_safe",
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"wins": true,
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"points": 15,
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"use_text": "You take Sid Tannenbaum at ringside in the fifth round, in front of four thousand people, and you advise him of his rights in the correct order and in full, because there is a ledger in a bad safe forty feet from a public gymnasium and it is going to be worth exactly as much as your arrest is clean. Eleven fights. Four years. Three men in the ground and one girl in a room on Alvarado, all of it in his own handwriting, because it never once occurred to him that anybody was going to ask. Captain Hocken asks how you kept the cover eleven days. You tell him the truth: a clerk in Sacramento processed a four-page form on a Monday morning, correctly, and never knew a thing about it, and will never be told. Somewhere behind you Officer Al says something that gets a laugh from everybody. Everybody freezes, smiling, holding it — except Nordberg, who is at the top of the Alvarado stairs, and who nobody has gone back for."
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}
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]
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}
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