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      The evening was closing in, though the sun wouldn't set for another two hours. With trained ears and eyes, you listened and watched for any unpredicted variables that may distort the original plan. Slenderman would alert his Proxies when the targets were in position and it was time to move. You stayed low in the brush as best as you could. To your surprise, there wasn't as much cover available as you expected. No matter; there was enough.      Daylight gradually grew dimmer. Dusk drew nearer. It seemed as though Jane Otters wouldn't show, but wasn't that easily accessible information for your master to discover? What was taking so long