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I stepped out of my office to grab a breath of fresh air and a lungful of Lucky Strike, eyeballing another sunset over Quarantine City. Ambulance sirens sung the high notes of sickness sharp and death major. Masks and gloves littered the sidewalk like lost shields dropped on the battlefield. Billions of souls trapped in their homes, trying to find a 90 minute distraction to throw on the idiot box before Lady Slumber gave her reprieve of the day. That’s where I come in. The name’s Jiah Peck and I’m a podcaster. Nothing fancy, one episode a week, no expenses. I heard the rumble of a streetcar take the corner: my partner, Justin Passino. He had a sly look on his face, hanging six feet back to avoid being six feet under, and he began flipping his lucky penny under the hazy streetlamp. “Gotta pick a flick, Peck. Heads, we do a romantic story. Tails, something with guns and murder…an action picture!” He tossed the Abe Lincoln into the stratosphere, but missed the catch. It landed sideways in the street, wedged into a crack of macadam like corn kernel after Sunday barbecue. The fates laughed at our attempt of choice, pure crackerjack. As I stubbed the smoke and blew clouds, a compromise hit me like a ton of bricks: “How about that 2005 film starring Robert Downey Jr, Val Kilmer and Michelle Monaghan, the directorial debut of Shane Black? You know…’Kiss Kiss Bang Bang’?” Perfect for surviving another crazy night in Q-City, baby.