Here you are, indulging in disappointment in the wake of another failed operation. You don't usually let yourself feel bad when things go wrong but you were so close to pulling that off and the pickings just get slimmer and slimmer these days. You spit. Your mouth tastes terrible. The thoughts start coming. Were you really that close to pulling it off? Duncan's been off your radar for your last three or four jobs, then there he was, right where he needed to be, right when he needed to be. Had he planned the whole thing, like an ambush? How long has he been following you? Did someone tip him off to what you were doing? Holy shit. Was Duncan the one who tipped you off to that stack of timeslices?