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πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπš™πš›πšŠπš πš•πš’πš—πš πšπš›πš˜πš πš’πš—πš πšπšŽπš›πšŽπš•πš’πšŒπš πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŽπš‘ πš•πš˜πš˜πš”πšŽπš πšπšŠπšžπš—πšπš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ, πš‹πšžπš πš’πš—πšœπš’πšπšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš 𝚊 πš“πš˜πš‹ πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšŠπš—πš’ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πšπš•πšŽπš’ πšŒπš›πšŽπš  𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽπš›πšŒπšœ, πšŒπš›πš’πš–πš’πš—πšŠπš•πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πš πš’πšœπšŽ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšπš’πš›πšŽπšŒπšπšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‹πš’ 𝚊 'πšƒπš˜πš™ π™Άπšžπš—'. πšƒπš˜πš™ π™Άπšžπš— 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŠπš— πšŠπš•πš•-π™°πš–πšŽπš›πš’πšŒπšŠπš—, πŸΌπšπš‘ πš‚πšπš›πšŽπšŽπš-πšŠπšπšπš’πš•πš’πšŠπšπšŽπš π™΅πš’πš‘πšŽπš›. 𝙰 πšπš›πš˜πš πš’πš—πš πšπš’πš‘πšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŠπš, 𝚊 πš‹πšŽπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš πš‹πš’πš πšœπš–πš’πš•πš’πš—πš πšƒπšŽπš‘πšŠπš—. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš“πš˜πš‹ πš’πšπšœπšŽπš•πš πšœπšŽπšŽπš–πšŽπš πšœπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ πš‹πšžπš πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš•πš˜πš πš’πš—πš πšœπšπš›πšŽπšŽπšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 π™½πš’πšπš‘πš π™²πš’πšπš’. π™½πš’πšπš‘πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŒπš›πšŽπšŽπš™πš’πš—πš πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› 𝙽𝙲, πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŽπš˜πš— πš•πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš–πšŽπš•πš• 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘ πšπš’πš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš’πš› 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšžπš™ πš–πšŠπšπšŽ πš’πš'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπš— πšŠπšπš“πšŠπšŒπšŽπš—πš πš™πšŠπš›πš”πš’πš—πš πš•πš˜πš 𝚝𝚘 πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŠπšŒπš‘. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš πš’πš— πššπšžπšŽπšœπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 π™ΌπšŠπšŽπš•πšœπšπš›πš˜πš– πšŒπš‘πš˜πš˜πš– 𝚘𝚏 πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš•πš’πš‹πš›πšŽ, πšŒπš‘πš’πš™ πš’πš— πš‘πš’πšœ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš πš˜πš›πšπš‘ πšŽπš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšŽπšπšπš’πšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšŽπš—πš 𝚊 πšπš›πš˜πšžπš™ 𝚘𝚏 π™ΌπšŽπš›πšŒπšœ πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš”πš•πšŽπš™ πš’πš πšπš›πš˜πš– 'πšŽπš–.

πš‚πšπš˜πš›πš’ πš πšŽπš—πš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ, πš‚πšπš˜πš›πš–πšŽπš› πš‹πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚎𝚑 πš‘πšŠπš πš™πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš‘πš’πš™ 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ π™Όπš’πš•πš’πšπšŽπšŒπš‘ πšœπšžπš’πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 πš’πš πšπš˜πš› πš‘πš’πšœ πš˜πš πš—. πš†πš‘πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš‘πš’πš™ 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜, πšπšžπš—πš—πš˜ πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπšŠπš•πšžπšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš› π™Όπš’πš•πš’πšπšŽπšŒπš‘ 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πš’πš πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” - πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš’πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŽπš•πšœπšŽ πš‘πšŠπš πšŠπš—πš’ πš’πšπšŽπšŠπšœ. π™Έπš'𝚜 πš πš‘πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšœπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšœπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš˜πš—πšŽ, πšœπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πšœπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πšπš‘πšžπšπšœ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πš—πš, πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš˜πš˜πš πšπš˜πš™ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš˜πš™πšŽπš— πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 π™°πš… πš’πš—πšœπšŽπš›πšπš’πš˜πš— πšŠπšœπšœπšžπš–πš’πš—πš 𝚁𝚎𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšžπš™ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‘πš’πšπš‘. π™Έπš—πšπšŽπš• 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš—πš’πš• πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš•πš• 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ πš£πšŽπš›πš˜πšœ, πš’πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš™πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš‘πš’πšœ 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽπš’'𝚍 πš›πšŽπšπš’πš›πšŽ πš—πš’πšŒπšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒 πš’πš.

π™Έπš πš—πš˜πš, πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš πšŠπš•πšπšŽπš›πš—πšŠπšπš’πšŸπšŽ.
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Dr. Godricksson


What does it takes for a good team to do something compared to others?

That's a question alot of Marc's ask. Whether it be about watching a team work and seeing what they do that works or while on an op with a team a fixer put together and finding how well they mesh. It could be anything really. It is never clear.

It's been years now. Three? Four? Since Boots? Jorick isn't sure. It's been abit since he met these particular Edgerunners. Sinless souls. Slipped through the cracks. Dropped out from the Corps. It's all a different story. He's no different. His combat vest is almost fresh, like it's almost never been used. The tell tale stitching of a TTI sponsored gear company along the edge of one of the Kevlar plate pouches. Designed for the protection of a Truama Team paramedic. What the good Doctor wouldn't give for a TTI grade hard suit. But he will make do. Adjusting the ear piece he has on he taps it for the second time since they got there. He's not usually out here. He's usually at the clinic when the team goes out. Waiting in case someone gets popped or spanked, they bring him in and he patches them up on the cheap, regular customer discount kinda thing. He steps put of the car he'd come in looking around for the rest of the team.

His look screamed corporate, can't hide it. His gear is too new, too pristine. The twin Chao smart pistols at his hips almost gleam with polish and gun oil. His boots req'ed from a TTI quarter master, no questions asked, same with the vest and combat fatigues without TTI insignia. All of it almost sparkling new.

The wearer not so much, for his age Jorick is weathered. Working the Corp system isn't exactly gentle work as some people would try and lead you to believe. From clinic to clinic sometimes it can get pretty cut throat. Stealing patients from each other, trying to claim the prestige of tending to this or that notable member of society. Jorick wouldn't admit as he tries to help everyone he can, equally. But having Ziggy Q come by for check ups did give his clinic abit of greatness.

All of this aside Jorick looked up at the building, "And what the hell are we doing here...?" The doctor said. His eyes glowed as Jorick dialed up Top Gun, "It's Godricksson, I'm at the apartment, anything else you can tell us?" Jorick scanned the area trying to spot the rest of the team.
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Another dry, sweltering Night City evening, filled with the sound of distant sirens and ever-present advertisements. There was no escaping them, people were always killing each other and companies were always trying to suck in customers. When Zen first came to NC she was confused by the constant stream of commercials blaring from every screen and speaker, the vast array of choices a little unsettling for someone used to the comparative dearth of options in Neo-Sov.

She adjusted once she figured out that any brand she could afford was trash, just like back home.

Zhenya spat derisively, attempting to clear the foul taste of synthetic food out of her mouth. No dice, the cheap-ass burrito she had polished off an hour ago wasn't giving up that easy. She'd have to treat herself to an actual meal once the job was over.

The gig itself was simple enough in the description, the actual execution likely trickier than the instructions implied. Find some chromed-up dickhead, shoot said chromed-up dickhead in the torso, rip the chip out of dickhead's skull. It was the sort of simple, no-bullshit job Mak liked. No corporation was going to miss this guy, the screamsheets would barely bother to put his death on the third page.

As long they could handle Rex and whichever of his chooms were hanging around they'd be home free.

The Doc's question was instantly analyzed and translated by the circuitry shoved in Zen's head, the Russian shrugging her bearish shoulders. "Same thing we always are: icing gonks and getting paid for it."

The cool, collected tone of her artificial English was incongruous with the wry smile she wore, eyes looking the younger man up and down. Pristine armor, two fancy guns that saw more recalibrations than they did magazine changes, clothing that didn't seem like it had even been worn in, new gear for a new field agent. Doc's shiny loadout stood in sharp contrast to the well-worn and much-mended armorjack she had on, the revolver holstered across her chest dinged up from years of use.

Doc was a good guy but he was probably better off in the operating room.

"Ask him what Rex looks like, and if he's a social type. I wanna know how many gonks I'm chewing through."

She had the fifty cal waiting and ready in the trunk of her Galena in case they were dealing with a proper gang hideout but she sure as shit wasn't about to load it up if she didn't have to. The thing went through ammo like monowire through flesh and it wasn't like she was firing off bulk surplus. At roughly two eddies per round careless use would see her eat through most of her take.

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There were two big problems with his evening: the heat and the apartment.

It was a scorcher tonight, although that’s not a new thing for Night City. It made his optics suboptimal, but they were still working. More importantly, he got called to help the crew flatline some choob who snatched a chip off the wrong Militech’s suit. Days like this make him nearly miss TTI. At least they had air conditioning, plus decent life insurance. Still, this was infinitely more exciting than waiting to help some suit who wandered into a turf war. 20/20 hindsight’s a bitch, but it’s better here than a megacorp.

Fingers started pacing around while Jorick dialed Top Gun. It gave him a chance to think. On the one hand, assuming they all live, this’ll be the biggest payday of their lives. On the other hand, the choob’s apparently chromed to high heaven, and the goons outside the apartment didn’t seem like decorations. The odds seemed in their favor, which was rarely true. This could easily blow up in their faces, possibly in a literal sense if Rex ended up being psycho. It wasn’t exactly comforting to think about, so he didn’t linger on it. Better to think of the here and now.

What Zen said made Fingers almost stumble. It was almost funny how ready she was to ice people. Almost. ”Fumigating the place is a waste of ammo and time; I can see through walls. The only flatlines that matter in those apartments are Rex and the choobs up front. Everything else is gonna come out of our paycheck.”

He had the usual equipment for this job. A med bag slung on his shoulder, a fresh Kevlar vest under his shirt, Slide at his hip, and the cure in the bag, just in case. Troy was almost jealous of the Doc’s iron. All of it looked pristine, and also meant he had some TTI chooms. Lucky. However, Zen’s iron was something more worn, but clearly reliable. Then again, all that cyberware was probably enough to widen the gap. Speaking of cyberware…

Troy stopped pacing and looked at Zen and Jorick. ”Can you ask Top Gun about his chrome? I might salvage some when we’re done, assuming it’s worth a few eddies.”
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If there was one thing that Maya disliked the most about the weather of Night City, it would have to be the scorching heat and bone dry winds that were all to common for this area of Southern California. She understood that the city was located within an arid climate, but at the same time the pacific ocean was right at the cities edge. Not all was lost though, for when there were hot days with dry winds, a high chance for cool weather and a storm with rain to follow presented itself. That type of weather on the other hand, was not only greatly welcomed but also very much enjoyed by the retired Trauma Team medic and pilot. Unfortunately for this early evening, it appeared that the heat and dry winds were here to stay for the time being, and they would all have to deal with the discomfort.

For Maya though, she had managed to get her hands upon a full set of fatigues that sort of helped regulate her body temperature in not only the heat but also the cold, which assisted with the discomfort brought on by bipolar weather conditions. As an added bonus, the fatigues had a digital urban camo pattern upon it, which was a personal favorite of hers. On the outside of this was her Trauma Team medic armor, which Maya had repurposed and also recolored a dark gray so that it would blend better with the fatigues. The only piece of armor that may have drawn the most attention to her was the helmet, apparently belonging to a TTI pilot at one time.

If it had not been for Top Guns call about the shard they were about to attempt to grab, Maya would have spent the night enjoying some R & R within her Japan Town apartment, doing whatever her heart desired. For better or worse, she now found herself standing among the rest of the crew, having decided to keep her mouth shut untill she felt it necessary to speak up. That did not take long though, for when Zen spoke about killing people and getting paid for it, she lifted the protective visor from over her eyes and was about to open her mouth when Fingers beat her to it. Once he had finished, Maya finely spoke up. "Depending on how we wish to approach this situation, we could lose more than ammo and time if someone decides to shoot everything that moves inside of the apartment complex. Speaking of which, how are we going to carry this out? Are we going to go in loud or are we going to try and use stealth? I am adaptable but would at least like some sort of plan to be laid out beforehand."
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Perched atop a building on the other side of the road, Set Liu watched and waited.

He was used to the boisterous cyber-cacophony of Night City assaulting his eyes and ears 24/7. But up here, it was deathly quiet--at least for a netrunner. Surprisingly, it made him nervous. His brief time in the chaos of Indonesia's jungles taught him that the longer nothing happened, the more that something would. That didn't make any real sense, but neither did anything that had happened to him over the past two years.

Set brushed his fingers over the cold steel of the submachine gun concealed within his backpack. He had shot people before, but he was leagues better at sending chooms into comas before they even knew he was there. It was for that reason he hated jobs like this--no matter how excellent the team, shit would always find a way to the fan. And this--at least for Set in the meantime--was not an excellent team.

All Set could see now through his cybereyes were vague silhouettes and outlines in the interior of the apartment complex. There was nothing to see, if he didn't know what he was looking for.

The team's comms crackled to life.

"I, uh, concur with Maya. I don't like the idea of wading through all these chromed-up numbnuts starting from the ground floor up. After we get his room number, the team should try and enter from the roof." He spat out some gum. "I could meet you guys there."
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"π™½πš˜ πšπš’πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšžπšŒπš” πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πš’πš— 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš•πš˜πš πš— πšžπš™. π™ΌπšŠπš›πš” πš’πšœ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšžπš’πš•πšπš’πš—πš, πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšœπš”πšŽπšπšŒπš‘πš’ πš‹πšžπš πšπšŠπšπšŠπš™πš’πšŒ πšœπš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš πšœπšžπšπšπš’πšŒπšŽ. π™Άπš›πšŠπš‹ πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πš, πš£πšŽπš›πš˜ πš πš‘πš˜ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš—πšŽπšŽπš. π™°πš—πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš πš’πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš." πšƒπš˜πš™πšπšžπš— πšœπš™πš˜πš”πšŽ, πšŠπš—πšœπš πšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš•πš• 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπš›πš–πšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‘πš’πšœ πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŒπš›πšŽπš  𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽπš›πšŒπšœ. "π™Όπš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, πšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πšœπš’πš 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πš•πš˜πš—πš 'πšœπš™πšŽπšœπš‘ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšŒπš‘πš›πš˜πš–πšŽ 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš˜πš˜πš›."

πšƒπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 πššπšžπšŽπšœπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšŠπš—πšœπš πšŽπš›πšŽπš πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšœπšœπšŠπšžπš•πš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš–πšŽπšπšŠ-πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŽπšπšŽπš, πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš, πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπšŒπš” πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ? πšƒπš‘πšŽ πššπšžπšŽπšœπšπš’πš˜πš— πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπš•πšŽ πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πš˜πšœπšŽ πš πš‘πš˜ πšπš’πšŸπšŽπš πšπšŽπšŽπš™ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŽπš‘ πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš πš™πš›πš˜πšŒπšŽπšœπšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš˜πš•πš•πš˜πš πšŽπš, πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš—πš˜ πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšπš˜πš› πšπšŠπš–πšŽπšœ. π™°πš— πšŽπš—πšπš›πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ πšπš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš˜πš˜πš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš πš˜πš›πš” πš’πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš‘πšŠπš πšŠπš— π™°πš…πŸΊ πš˜πš› πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πš πš’πšœπšŽ πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πš› πšπš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšπšπš˜πš– πš˜πš› πš™πšŽπš›πš‘πšŠπš™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšœπšŽπšŽπš–πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšπš’πš πšπš˜πš› πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ. π™½πšŽπšŽπšπš•πšŽπšœπšœ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒, πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπšŠπš”πšŽπš—, πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš•πš’πšπš‘πšπš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πš—πš˜πš πš’πš— 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒 πšŠπš— π™°πš… 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš•πš’πš’πš—πš πšπš˜πš πšŠπš›πšπšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš™ 𝚊𝚜 πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš πš πš’πšœπš‘πšŽπš, πš‹πšžπš πš’πš πš πšŠπšœπš—'𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšžπš™πšœ. π™½πšŠπš’, πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπšŽπšŠπš–.

πš‚πš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš˜πšžπš›πšπš•πšŠπšœπšœ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπšžπš›πš—πšŽπš, 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš›πšπšŠπš• πš›πšŽπš–πš’πš—πšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš πš—πš˜πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš πšŠπš’πšπšŽπš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ. π™Ύπš πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽ, πšƒπš˜πš™ π™Άπšžπš— πš™πšžπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš— πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπšŽπšŠπš– πš˜πš—, πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšπš’πšŸπšŽπš— πš‘πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš—'𝚝 πš‹πšŠπš—πš” πš’πš πšŠπš•πš• πš˜πš— 𝚊 πš–πš˜πšπš•πšŽπš’ πšŒπš›πšŽπš . πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš’πš› 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπšπšŠπš•πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πšœπš’πšπš— 𝚘𝚏 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽ, πšŠπš•πš–πš˜πšœπš πšœπšπšŠπšπš’πšŒ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšŽπš•πšŽπšŒπšπš›πš’πšŒπš’πšπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšœπšžπš•πšπšžπš›. π™½πš˜πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšœπš πšπšŽπšŽπš•πš’πš—πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš πš‹πšžπš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπšŠπš– πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŽπšŠπš• πš πš’πšπš‘.

"π™±πšŽπšœπš 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 πš–πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš˜πš—." πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπš’πš‘ πšœπšπš›πšŽπšŽπš πšπš’πš‘πšŽπš› πšœπšŠπš’πš, πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš πšžπš™.
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Troy loaded his pistol after giving it a final inspection. He looked over the thugs outside, using his optics to zoom in and search for anything unexpected. Still, Top Gun was right; it was either they got the chip, or some other chooms made off with it. And the payout wasn’t something he’d be willing to pass up easy. Besides, it was too hot outside to wait. Someone would make a move, and whatever happened next would be that.

β€œAlright, I have a plan. Well, a concept.” He said, keeping his voice down. Never such a thing as too careful. β€œWe zero the choobs up front, and wait a bit for an apartment number. If Rex comes to us, we’ll be ready. If he doesn’t, we’ve got surprise on our side.”

He looked back at the group and holstered the Nue, ready for any other suggestions. Gods know he’s not a genius, but he’d try to get everyone through the door.
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