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Seeing as the action has just swung back to Troy and Mira, it's an apropos time to dig up this rejected scene from the digital wastebin.  

"Rejected" is framing it a touch harshly, though - this is just a fun little moment that got orphaned when we decided to shake up the narrative a bit. In the published comic, Troy bailed on Dan after our boy nearly pill-baggied himself to death; the original game plan, however, was to have Dan find alternate accommodations for Troy once it grew obvious that his rat-trap of an apartment wasn't really up to the job. So off they go on a little expedition: 

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Troy and Dan are wandering down another of Unylsk’s main-ish streets with the luggage in tow. The luggage has a walking map out and seems to be trying to orient itself. Dan appears to be scanning the environment; Troy just looks bewildered.
TROY
Sorry, but where exactly are we going now?
DAN
We’re trying to find a phone booth.
**
TROY (skeptically)
Why not just use your cell phone?
DAN
It’s a specific phone booth. Now I just need to remember what street corner it was on.
**
His face brightens as he spots something off-panel.
DAN
There we go.
**

Troy stops dead in her tracks, staring in disbelief at an object we can’t quite identify yet.
TROY
Sorry, that’s what we’ve been wandering around the last 20 minutes for?
**

Dan walks off.
DAN
Yeah, I just need to check something.
**
Now the viewpoint switches so we can see what’s gotten Troy worked up, and it’s, yes, a phone booth - nearly sagging from the sheer number of phone sex ads plastered on the interior and exterior.
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A second later in the interior of the phone booth. Dan has a finger out and is running it over the ads, clearly looking for something specific.
**
His finger comes to rest on one of Mira’s ads, which we previously saw in Chapter 1.
**
Cut to: Mira’s apartment, a mostly non-descript Soviet-style flat with bits of Oriental decoration doing their best to cover up very bad ‘70s decor. It’s clearly not a high roller’s flat. Mira is in the middle of touching up her nails when her phone rings.
**
Mira has slipped on a headset and has one hand on it to suggest she’s still adjusting it.
**
MIRA
Hi there, handsome. Looking for a bit of fun today?
**
Cut back to Dan in the phone booth, who’s looking a little annoyed and pretty visibly embarrassed as he cradles the receiver.
DAN
No. No. I... actually need help with something a little different.
**
Mira chuckles as she gets comfortable.
MIRA
Different, huh? That’s no problem at all. I can do all kinds of different, big boy. Just remember to give me your safewords up front, mmkay?
**
Dan is not having a great time of this.
DAN
No, seriously. I need your help. It’s Dan.
**
Back to Mira’s lair.
MIRA
Ha! Knew I recognized that voice from somewhere. Well, as long as you’ve got the cash...
DAN (over the receiver)
Legitimate help. It’s for a friend.
MIRA
And this friend wouldn’t happen to be a grumpy ex-op with a worm in his head, would he?
**
DAN
No. No, not like that. Look, it’s probably going to be easier to explain it in person, so can we just-
**
MIRA
A date, huh? What the hey - as long as you’re buying. Meet me at the Cafe Ceaușescu in thirty.
**
Dan emerges from the phone booth still shaded a little red.
TROY
Do I even want to know what that was about?
DAN
No. No, you don’t.

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Anonymous

&gt; Cafe Ceaușescu what can ever go wrong with such an aptly named place, anyways