conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Sarah, British, Nick with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Crisis Four'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Crisis Four
  I couldn't help a smile. That was the standard fuck-off when what they were really saying was: 'We don't like you any more. You have done something wrong and you are no longer one of us.'
  Now it was time for Elizabeth to join in. She said, 'Let's just say, since her posting in Washington she has been engaging in too many initiatives of her own. 'Oh I see – too many initiatives.' I gave her word the full five syllables.
  I hated it when they beat around the bush. Why didn't they just get on with it and tell me what the fuck was happening and what they wanted me to do about it? Before I could get an answer we were interrupted by the arrival of some punters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Lynn, looking, smiled.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Crisis Four
  I couldn't help a smile. That was the standard fuck-off when what they were really saying was: 'We don't like you any more. You have done something wrong and you are no longer one of us. '
  Now it was time for Elizabeth to join in. She said, 'Let's just say, since her posting in Washington she has been engaging in too many initiatives of her own. '
  Still looking at Lynn, I smiled again. 'Oh I see – too many initiatives. ' I gave her word the full five syllables. 
  I hated it when they beat around the bush. Why didn't they just get on with it and tell me what the fuck was happening and what they wanted me to do about it? Before I could get an answer we were interrupted by the arrival of some punters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She looked up into the sky, as if I was being boring, pulled it from her pocket and threw it over to me. I crawled back out. It was pointless keeping a low voice now; half the State would know where we were. I snapped, 'What the fuck are you doing?'
  There was no time for debate. We'd been compromised. We had to be like animals now and run as fast as we could; it didn't matter where, we just had to get out of that immediate danger area. Only when we were a safe distance away could I stop and assess.
  We legged it. We could move much faster now than before, even with Sarah wearing her size-eleven Nikes. I was severely pissed off with her for what she'd done, but tried to control it. Once you allow yourself to get angry, you stop concentrating on the aim, which in this case was to make distance. Whether or not she was lying wasn't an issue at the moment, I didn't care. The only thing that mattered right now was escape.
  The helicopter swooped over the canopy. We stopped in our tracks and took cover beneath the trees. But the aircraft wasn't hovering this time, it was moving fast and low. It crossed directly overhead, blasting torrents of rain water from the trees onto our heads, then roared away at speed.
  I decided to keep going in the same direction, a straight line away from the house. I wanted to find a road or some habitation. A house should mean a vehicle.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I knew that the instant the circuit was broken the alarm would be raised. Even as the tag was being binned in the bushes, the standby team would be running for their cars, getting briefed via their body comms (personal radios).
  Jumping back over the fence, I headed towards Victoria at a controlled, fast pace. Fuck 'em. What were they going to do? Well, quite a bit, but I'd worry about that when it happened. It wasn't as if I was doing an out and out runner. I'd be back in the flat on Sunday, talking to the morons about Afghanistan. The only difference would be that I'd have acquired two new friends with necks as big as the Serb's, assigned to guard me 24/7, just in case I was overcome again by the desire to take a weekend off.
  There were sirens behind me now on the other side of the estate. They must be flapping big time to call in the police.
  As I neared the station I just hoped the investigating team had kids of their own, and would understand when I explained to them on Sunday that all I wanted to do was take my child to the Bloody Tower for a day out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I knew that the instant the circuit was broken the alarm would be raised. Even as the tag was being binned in the bushes, the standby team would be running for their cars, getting briefed via their body comms (personal radios).
  Jumping back over the fence, I headed towards Victoria at a controlled, fast pace. Fuck 'em. What were they going to do? Well, quite a bit, but I'd worry about that when it happened. It wasn't as if I was doing an out and out runner. I'd be back in the flat on Sunday, talking to the morons about Afghanistan. The only difference would be that I'd have acquired two new friends with necks as big as the Serb's, assigned to guard me 24/7, just in case I was overcome again by the desire to take a weekend off.
  There were sirens behind me now on the other side of the estate. They must be flapping big time to call in the police.