You open the door to see the hulking frame of Ulam Parth standing outside, with
an urgent look on his face. Without waiting for an invitation to enter, Parth
storms into the room past you.

"Telan," he says, turning and looking you in the face, "I've gotta talk." His
eyes seem cold and lifeless. "It isn't easy, you know, isn't easy in this...
line of work, Telan," he continues, wringing his hands nervously, "The stress
has been getting to me lately, and the pay isn't too good, either. Telan,
Argrath hasn't got a chance in this city. Not a chance. I'm bailing out."

Suddenly his expression hardens and his face grows stern. "Telan, I've been
offered another job, working for the communists. It's the chance I've always
hoped for. But I've told you too much, Telan. I can see it in your face -- you
don't trust me, you'll tell Tinker or Abe and they'll have me eliminated. It's
dangerous to confide in an agent, Telan. Very dangerous. I've known you for
years and I've always considered you a friend, Telan, but now you know too
much. You have to die, Michael Telan."

With a murderous look on his lined face, Parth pulls a revolver from under his
coat and aims it at your heart.

"Goodbye, Telan," he murmurs.