Techies and Their Tech

[Mr.Ling]

...hack.initiated...connecting.to.Noshima.Freeport.Security.Feed...decryption.in.progress...
...encoding.transmission...
...uploading.data...

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Mr. Ling was sat at a table in the Noshima Freeport bar. His signature tuxedo, sunglasses, and large cigar would have stood out against the background of various unkempt freelancers, pirates, and the occasional corporate with a bad habit, but in his time with the Lane Hackers, he'd mastered the art of controlling his body language. Act like you're supposed to be there, and they'll think you're supposed to be there. He was effectively invisible to anyone who wasn't looking for him.

He took a moment to scan the room, looking for eyes that saw him. Nothing yet. He shot a glance at his reflection in the table lamp's chrome shade. The silver color didn't help his greying situation. "Man, reflections should be outlawed Sirius-wide", he thought to himself. He put the stub of his cigar out in the ash tray on the table and reached into his suit-jacket pocket for another.

He probably should have set a time with that freelancer, but he was willing to bet that problems with augments would bring him in sooner rather than later. Or, he took his time, and Ling got a decent break in for once. Win-win either way.

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...encryption.in.progress...disconnecting.from.network...hack.terminated...