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[center][color=C4FFFF][b]BLUEJAY[/b][/color][/center][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=C4FFFF][I]AFTERLIFE, WATSON[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=C4FFFF][b]THE PREP // PT. 1[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[indent][indent][indent][color=C4FFFF]Silvain listened to the heist that was crafted and conceived by no one else than the mysterious 'Eddie.' It was an ambitious and daring venture to go after Militech for their prized possession: a motherfucking Militech Behemoth. And then, his interest peaked upon hearing that the heist needed a netrunner to monitor the target. Doing a simple hack and dash job in the comforts of your own station always sounded delightful. Yet, so was stealing from Militech in-person to fuck them over some more. However, after listening to 'Eddie' talk about the warehouse, there wasn't any mention of the braindance formulated with real sweat and tears. So, Silvain did indeed have a question of his own.

[color=009D9D]"What about the BD, hon?"[/color] Silvain tossed over the braindance case to the tablet in a disrespectful manner. To say that he seemed annoyed was an understatement. [color=009D9D]"I am hoping that my artistic passive wasn't wasted for nothing. It costs eddies after all, 'Eddie.'"[/color][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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