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The man smiled. “This is a negotiation. You’re going to film for me now.”

He cut the zip ties with a small knife. “The first spot is the water tower trestle on 7th Street. A thirty-foot drop to a chain-link fence. It’s never been landed. We’ll have a cleanup crew for the aftermath, of course. All you have to do is hold the camera steady. Capture the beauty of the fracture.” 411 scenepacks

“What the hell is this?” Leo rasped, straining against the ties. The man smiled

The last thing Leo remembered was the smell of rain on hot asphalt. He’d been skating home from his night shift, cutting through the industrial district, when a van with no headlights pulled alongside him. Then, nothing. “The first spot is the water tower trestle on 7th Street

As they walked toward a soundproofed garage where a black van idled, Leo checked the tape counter. It was already at 00:01. Someone had been filming this whole conversation.

“I don’t film death,” Leo said.