Islands and Chains

[Silver]

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The cigarette went to her mouth again.

"Just to know if you're the one to call when I'm done."

Her data pad beeped, but she ignored it promptly.

"Send the sample to a Fabulous Reiss in Ithaca, O-7. He'll know what to do with it."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Lyngvi]

19th arrondissement, Parc des Buttes-Chaumont New Paris Il-De-France,
05/26/ 827 AS, 18:30

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'Very well then. You will get some mail specifying who your POC will be for this contract. Please remember what we send you, is for your eyes only and those on this contract. If the information were to become public it would... compromise things.'

The man raised his glass, taking one last sip before standing up out of his seat.

'It's been a lovely dinner, miss Silver. I will leave this matter in your... capable hands.'

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[Silver]

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She nodded, and kept her smoke. As the man was exiting the restaurant, she ordered another whisky and looked at the sight, cigarette in her mouth, twirling lighter on her hand.

"The bub's gone?"

She spoke. The lighter vibrated slightly once, and her eyes trailed the park in front. Dai Yoshiara, Spartan, was there, sniper rifle in hand, hidden from sight. No comms, apart from a short burst emitter, untraceable and undetected. And his lip reading. Taking the cigarette out of her mouth, she rose an eyebrow and spoke.

"Say yer goodbyes, sing yer lullabies. We're going home."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop