I am important. I contain hopes and dreams. Manila folders of contracts, ideas and deals. A few tons of wheat for some oil and fertiliser. Aluminium for weapons, tar for rice or iron for a favour, I will be there for it all.

I am important. Covered in brown cows leather. It's genuine. With a bakelite handle ribbed for grip I travel the world. What I carry can make or break nations. I am not like that forgotten one by the wall I am well taken care of and always within arms reach.

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I am important, my loss would devastate many. What's that ticking noise?

A flash.

Fire.

Ruin.