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The bass from the subwoofer rattled the loose floorboards of the third-floor apartment on the South Side. Outside, sirens wailed—a typical Tuesday night. Inside, however, the atmosphere was transcendent.

Tyrell, confused and panicked, slumped into a spare office chair next to Jules. Jules turned to him, his eyes intense. The heavy thudding of footsteps began to echo from the stairwell below. flight simulator hoodlum

"JULES! OPEN UP!"

It was a text banner, scrolling across a background of clouds: GONE FISHING. ALTITUDE 10,000 FT. The bass from the subwoofer rattled the loose