(i)HEAVE,(i) and then a hushing of people in the vicinity up top. And then a scraping sound that may as well have been compared to men moving large blocks of rocks on either side of the Nile.
(i)Scraaaaaaaaaaaape, pause; scraaaaaaaaspe, pause(i). More hushings and (i)shooshes(i). Hands smacking the air around a pair of people honestly perplexed about the positioning of the Oympic rings on an inner-office memorandum. Someone drew a safety gun and pointed it. Lips rested into permanent frowns.
Stethoscopes to cement slab floors and callings over. Gestures delineating (i)where and what(i). Heart monitor machines fitted with packages of electronics. And someone hopelessly trying to cut the printouts.
"Those are ours," one somebody said.
"Those are not?" Somebody else asked. "Rhetorical."
Another somebody put the binoculars over the eyes of a man in a wheelchair.
"He's going in."
"Manhole number?"
"Not readily available."
"On my count then."
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