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Not only is there nothing cool about this proposition to her, there is no chance this 'collaboration' ever occurs.

There's unease at her fringes -- slow ripples along the shoreline.

Of course that's what you say now, in the cold light of rational thought. But a submerged part of you remembers those moments as they were.

LUZIAN AND STAR OF POP? QUAKE BEFORE IT. TWO PRIMARY CANCERS HAVE METASTASISED.

Doesn't care for that collective noun.

A stack of gleaming hi-fi equipment, speakers resting on cinder blocks, the only thing arranged with care in the apartment. Your asset presses play with a large finger:

Her boyfriend must know how it works.

Yana's using him as a doorman.

Impressive. No way this kid's a board inspector; whoever sent him on this 'mission' is way scarier than any pencil pusher.

Interesting... his controller must be far more frightening than a medical board executive.

He's willing to bleed for this; whoever sent him is way scarier than any board inspector.

He is seventeen years old. He is not with the medical board.

And what if he pretends to know less than he does?

School can be crüel.

This boy is not a board narc, CASCADE.

He shrinks, as if someone let the air out of his jacket.

He twitches sheepishly in his armour of puffy fabric.

'Embroiled' also didn't land.

This persona will serve the boy well.

Odds of him being asset SCARF: 95%. Confirmation encouraged.

On his sleeve, a holographic foil patch reads 'MARCO'.

She isn't remotely surprised or on edge -- if there's such a thing as 'off-duty' in this business then you're looking at it.

Flirtatious but firm, she won't talk unless you play along.

She takes a drink -- a longer one than usual.

The buttons go down with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk.

The information. Not the kiss.

She's tough. Respect.

THAT'S WHY LIBERALISM GAVE YOU TWO.

Blood gush. Death rush.

Don't let your guard down.

Whatever book she's working her way through at the moment, it will remain unfinished.

Existential dread is a foreign concept to her. Must be nice.

A feeling that should be crushing you right now. Why aren't you getting a move on?

The only reason the one on this tram is still functional is because it's the quietest route on the line.

They should have put it behind glass, so it could be treasured. Worshipped. Curated and handled only by the high priests of the conductor class.

Are you gambling the gäng's fate on a busted machine?

IT IS TOO LATE FOR IDEOLOGY TO SAVE HER, ANYWAY.

Even mid-assignment, the tyrant queen holds his heart in her talons.

Hopefully a nicotine-addled teenager with expensive taste is what the Lich saw, too.

Gut churn vertigo.

If she survives, she will be the first to be interrogated. They will make an example of her.

What is the plan here, operant?

Pass some time with the stranger, why not. Your quarry is old, slow. The assignment can wait.

Is she In On This? Paid off, threatened, fanatical?

Utter impenetrability in the event of capture. No torturer is breaking through to this one.

No complications whatsoever. If he'll work with the woman who lobotomised him, he'll work with anyone.

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

You are milking your lucky cow dry, take it easy on him. Once a day is more than enough.

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