La Rue Famille.

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︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ⓘ Frenzied anchorage by coterie of truth-seekers creeping in, shudder of shoes thumping violently on every piece shingles. Deft hands reaching for the doorknob—roughly getting speck of cloudburst falling, becoming a torrential downpour that bespeck its water, noisily. Their exhalation grumbles to run, approaching a clique of secret agents accustomed to solving every city’s big cases, they are sternly postured, straightforward, epithet on their coat: La Rue. A firm grip on the folders’ attachments, alluded to the fact that there was hidden evidence they were trying to hide. Jaw shaking, sweat pouring non-stop, anxiety getting worse. As if lost, nonetheless benign to find the hatchway they were curious for… ☝️

︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎• (their cynical stare at the mass
︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎of evidence, pointing out that
︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎they are far-recreaching in
︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎appraising it withheld, though to
︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎detect inklings)

Strapping buzz blaring in the recess that were reluctant to leak sound to the outside, loud grunts and grumbles accompanied. Their eyes were convalescing at dissecting, so as to make a groundwork of investigation and ruse to abscond from coterie that tried to suppress the veracity by bribes. Speedy nod is the cue, to compile a chronology based on tentative theories, to maneuver and investigate it conspicuously. Bandy their goal to counter them, to know every overriding loophole that can be penetrated unescorted by any aftermath. Any overhaul of the implementation order is repeatedly arranged, to find a moored point that is notably lucrative. 💼