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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Relic's Safe House
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Relic was doing a lot of things that could normally be considered out of the ordinary and nonsensical, but in the current context were rather reasonable. It was pretty easy to get into his head and figure out how he was thinking now. Any phone call could be traced, so by shortening it down to a couple minutes at most, you minimize the chances of getting discovered. When you're driving to a more secure space, you loop around multiple times and take the long way so that you can spot somebody tailing you and it makes you harder to follow in the first place. And when you spoke about the Big Picture in public, you did it with as few specifics or spoken conclusions as possible. It wasn't a mindset Mali agreed with (conspiracy theories are dumb and juvenile), but considering she "met" the guy when he was getting beaten up by crackheads, a good dose of paranoia might not be as unwarranted as it might appear on the surface.

What was more surprising was in contents of the inside of the safe house. She was expecting an empty building, and although the architecture of the building was what she was expecting, the number of people and tech certainly weren't. She had assumed that Relic was either a big shadow company or a solo endeavor, and given the environment around her that prior seemed to be a bit more correct. Mali's hands came together and she slowly cracked her knuckles: first the left hand, then the right.

[color=#D5FF00]"Alright, let's talk."[/color]