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Fourteen cases, all playable, all lint clean, all verified end-to-end. John asked for a Get Smart-era crossover. Done the same way as the Ealing case: archetype parody, never character import — the shapes of the sixties spy spoof in entirely original lines. A federal bureau whose initials expand differently every time anybody asks. A shadow organisation never once photographed, recorded or arrested, which the Bureau takes as proof of how good they are. A secure-conversation dome inaudible only to the people inside it, while two hotel porters take accurate notes at the far end of the room. A telephone in a shoe, which rings at 2 AM in a stakeout doorway, and which Sr answers and takes a message on, in block capitals, with the time, because the log does not care what the telephone was wearing. An agent who dictates his conclusion and bargains it down under oath: there is a mastermind in this city; there is a criminal in this city; there is a city. The timeline hands the plot over for free: the tins stop at 1958, so by 1965 the pattern is seven years silent, and a federal analyst has finally assembled it — twenty-four pins on a map that should hold twenty-six, and Sr does not correct her. The Bureau concludes saboteurs and sends fourteen agents and a dome. The city assigns its best detective as liaison. The pattern is him. Margaret Vale is the point: the competent-partner archetype turned into the only person in the saga who beats the family trait. She works it out — one name, nineteen years of attendance and signatures — and writes nothing down. The Drebins write everything and are never read; she reads everything, knows, and chooses not to. The case's centre is a shared four-hour watch in the doorway her model predicted, and the question she asks at dawn, and the answer, which is yes. Also quietly answers Case Eleven's open question of why he stopped: the last tin is dated the month Prosky drew nine to fifteen for the Ardmore job. 100/100 on the first verification pass, lint clean on the first pass — the linter's trap rules have now paid for themselves in full. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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54 lines
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{
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"name": "Commerce Street — A Doorway, Tuesday, 1:50 AM",
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"enter_text": "The model says Tuesday, this door. The Bureau is nine streets away, watching a different one, with fourteen men.",
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"music": 2,
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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": 46, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 8, "y": 10, "w": 2, "h": 2, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 52, "y": 6, "w": 2, "h": 2, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 118, "y": 12, "w": 2, "h": 2, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 46, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 49, "w": 160, "h": 119, "color": 8, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 56, "y": 12, "w": 48, "h": 37, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 66, "y": 20, "w": 28, "h": 29, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 110, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } },
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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": [20, 148],
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"exits": [null, 3, null, 1],
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"exit_flags": ["", "watch_stood", "", ""],
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"exit_blocked": ["", "The model says this door, tonight. You stand the watch. All of it.", "", ""],
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"objects": [
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{
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"name": "spyvan",
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"sprite": "spyvan",
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"x": 128,
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"y": 140,
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"look": "Nine streets east, outside the Exchange Bank, the Bureau's operation is in position: fourteen agents, a listening van with an aerial the height of the building, and a man who has been inside a mailbox since Thursday. Agent Klapp calculated the target himself, from the model, with a map and a thumb. The door he is watching is nine streets from the door in the model. At the scale of his map, he explained, that is the width of this thumb. He is not wrong. It is his map.",
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"synonyms": "van aerial listening operation bureau surveillance",
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"use_text": "At half past one the mailbox sneezes. Fourteen agents converge on the mailbox. The mailbox is one of theirs. The paperwork arising from this single event will outlast everybody in this case, and you know that the moment you hear it, and you are right: the final page is filed in 1971."
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},
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{
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"name": "shoephone",
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"sprite": "shoephone",
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"x": 58,
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"y": 132,
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"look": "Agent Klapp's spare shoe, left in your doorway during the afternoon reconnaissance, in case of developments. At 2:14 AM, it rings.",
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"synonyms": "shoe telephone spare dial footwear",
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"use_text": "You answer the shoe. It is the Bureau's night desk, for Klapp, who is nine streets away inside a listening van. You take the message in block capitals, with the time, and you leave the shoe where he will see it. You have been taking messages on other men's telephones for twenty-six years. This is the first one that was a shoe, and the message goes in the log regardless, because the log does not care what the telephone was wearing."
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},
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{
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"name": "doorway",
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"sprite": "streetlamp",
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"x": 82,
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"y": 118,
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"look": "The doorway of the Merchants Provident, out of the lamp light, with sightlines both ways down Commerce Street. It is exactly where you would stand. That is not an observation. That is the problem.",
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"synonyms": "watch merchants provident door post",
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"points": 20,
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"sets_flag": "watch_stood",
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"use_text": "Miss Vale is already in the doorway. She ran the model on her own: if the sleeper were still working — the calendar, the rain, the payroll cycle — it says Tuesday, and it says this door. She has no backup, no van, no shoe. She has a thermos and the doorway, which is what you would have brought. You stand the watch with her. Four hours. Neither of you speaks for most of it, and it is the easiest silence you have kept in years. Toward dawn she says: 'He would have been here by now.' The street stays empty. The model was built from nineteen years of you, and it is a good model, and tonight it is wrong, because tonight you are standing in the doorway it predicted, on the lawful side of it, holding a thermos cup. She asks, not looking at you: 'If you had been him, Sergeant. Would you have come tonight?' You say: 'Yes.' She nods, and watches the street, and does not ask the next question, and you both stand there while the sky goes grey, two people in one doorway, being right about everything. (+20)"
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}
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]
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}
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