Agents.  Missions.  DO and SEE It All. The Art of Placement: 2003 © Bryan Fear Page 8 of 13
The building inspector tilted his hardhat up to reveal red wavy hair and a red handlebar mustache. A gruff looking man, the building inspector flipped out a business card. It was from the city's building inspector's office. The name read John Barley. The foreman read it and rolled his eyes. "Oh great! This shit is all I need. You fuckers are gonna tear this thing down in the next year or two, and now you want a fuckin' inspection?! What is this? Some last-ditch effort to find some way to fine us for every violation you can think of? Cut us a break, would ya?" The man in the hardhat just squinted and glanced around the building. "Yeah, yeah. That's what everyone says. They all expect us to let rules slide since things are headed for ground zero." John shook his head. Then we go to demolish the building and what do we find? Somebody made a last minute buck by storing toxic waste. More often than not, people just stop maintaining the electrical systems and then people get injured in the demolition process." The foreman threw down the stack of papers in his hand, "Hey fuck you buddy! There's nothing illegal in here! Not one damned thing!!"
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