Mercier Shown No Mercy





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With 210,000 before him, Mercier's body sagged as Jorgensen made his move. As pensive as ever, he pitched up tent in the think tank and dwelt for a good few minutes. As Jorgensen remained stationary, a tortured Mercier removed his cap and shook his head continuously as he continued to mull.
Just as I was thinking complimentary thoughts about the patience of the table, the clock was called (by whom, I remain unsure) and a one minute warning was given. A few moments later, Mercier made the fold.