You do nothing. At first it looks like hesitation, then cowardice, then maybe the only honest move left, except honesty is never pure here. It's mixed with exhaustion, and with the animal hope that if you stay still the world will choose a branch for you and spare you the feeling of having chosen. Your screen stays bright. Your hands stay empty. The market moves without permission from either of you, the indifferent clock that makes every criminal fantasy sound childish the moment it meets real liquidity and real consequences. Mango's messages stack up. Not essays, not threats with poetry. Pressure in short lines, the managerial version of a hand on your shoulder, heavy without trying to be clever. You sit with the ugliness of being afraid to act and afraid to stop. You call it buying time. You know it might also be buying the moment when "later" becomes "too late" in a language Mango understands perfectly. [[Mango Pressure Update|Wait for Mango to demand a timeline]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Walk Away From The Cell|Walk away from the cell]]