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Rolled 40 (1d100)
The coalskin leering at your not-so-personal photos may disgust you, but what really makes you sick is the debate between the other three. Knowing that your fate depends on the outcome of this argument, that a single insight, remark or just a clever quip could decide whether you live for many more years, get executed, or even get raped and butchered right here, fills you with a cocktail of negative emotions. Fear, disgust, dread, and Bandera knows what else courses through your thoughts.
You decide to make them an offer that you hope will save your life. "Please, I'll spy for you. I'll be a double agent", you beg.
