[hr][h1][color=Dimgray]Sam Clarke[/color][/h1][hr] 
(Be prepared for quality shitpost. Literally) 

"God dammit, Lihua," Sam said into his earpiece. "I told you to keep out of my files." He sighed and crushed what was left of his cigar against a wall. Nightingale was here now. He wondered if she felt as terrified as he did not wearing armor. "We'll make our way over there now." He switched the comms off and nodded to Nightingale to follow him close. He felt for his gun once more and walked down the street, trying not to look overly-suspicious. He put his hood up to shade his eyes and started walking towards Chinatown. 

Once he arrived at Apple Avenue, another voice came over his comms. 

“Coming in; this is Caesar speaking, requesting confirmation on all channel participants. Again I say, this is Caesar speaking. Requesting confirmation on all channel participants – over!” 

This was very odd. Sam didn't know of anyone in the agency who went by the callsign of Caesar. Hopefully it was Lihua being a bitch. He hoped it wasn't a hack. He ducked into an alley and mouthed the words "cover me" to Nightingale. 

"Caesar, this is a secure NEST radio channel," Sam said "Unidentified users are prohibited by penalty of law. Identify yourself- over!" 


[hr][h1][color=powderblue]Taylor Pierpoint[/color] and [color=gold]Carole Elias[/color][/h1][hr]

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