Events occur in real time.
Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong, bing bong...
"Chloe, I need you to decrypt the files I've taken from a thumb drive I picked off a terrorist's corpse."
"Scanning, Jack. Uploading the first three."
"Hmm. Nothing there. Just lazy food-related puns. This isn't the information we need to stop the virus bomb, Chloe. What else have you got? I need something I can act on."
"Stand by, Jack."
"Is that a real beer? Jesus."
"It was found by an agent Barry Flanik, sir."
"I don't know who that is. Send me more as it comes, Chloe, I have to rappel off this bridge."
"Chloe, what is this?"
"It's a screenshot from a news program, Jack."
"I know that. These puns are getting worse. We have to locate that virus bomb, Chloe!"
"I'm doing my best, Jack!"
"'Squeeze the Day?!' 'Give Peeps a Chance?!' Things are way worse than I thought they were, Chloe. This effects the whole damn city. We have to triangulate where the signal is coming from and tell the police to evacuate from a six block radius!"
"Dear God. They've gotten an entire city bus. Move move move!"
"Jack, here comes another one."
"Chloe, I can't read that. I've been shot in the stomach. Lost a lot of blood. Tell me how bad the pun is."
"Pretty bad, Jack. There were two of them. Okay, I've isolated the signal and have pinpointed the location along with another file! Uploading now!"
"Is that even a pun, Chloe? Railroads use ties, not rivets. I think that one is a reach."
"Sorry, Jack. I'm just a little frazzled trying to type while being shot at in the Turkistan embassy."
"Just stay cool, Chloe. I'm sure the S.W.A.T. team is on the way."
Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong, bing bong…
"What the hell is this, Chloe?! This is no good! It's a six month old signal, from CHRISTMAS!!! WE'VE LOST THE TRAIL!!!! DAMMIT!"
Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong, bing bong…
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