Oaths Are for the Obedient

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Oaths Are for the Obedient
To Serve Is to Surrender

Introduction

Freelancer Investigator Preston Serrano requests the help of Division Theta 9, a Libertonian intelligence agency, to take down a possible infected cell operating deep within Liberty space.

After a brief exchange of neuralnet messages, they agree to link up at Daisy's Burgers, a traditional diner in the heart of the Manhattan megalopolis.

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Investigator Serrano arrived at Daisy's Burgers dressed sharp - pressed charcoal jacket, polished boots, and the telltale bulge of a compact sidearm tucked beneath his coat. The Detroit Munitions mark was subtle, but unmistakable to those who knew where to look.

He scanned the retro diner, its flickering neon signage and vinyl booths worn from years of late-night deals and cheap meals. The place smelled of grease, old oil, and secrets. Stall 18 was tucked into the back corner, away from the main window and partially obscured by a flickering jukebox that hadn’t worked in years.

Sliding into the booth, Serrano placed his rugged personal terminal on the table - a scuffed, custom-rigged machine that hummed with quiet paranoia. He kept one hand resting casually near his lap, never too far from steel.

When the waitress finally approached, he gave her the code order with calm precision:

Serrano:
“Stax Original Double. Extra OG sauce. Waffle fries. Old-fashioned soft lemon, light sugar.”

She scribbled it down without a word. Serrano watched her retreat before flipping open his terminal.

Lines of case files and surveillance summaries blinked to life. Dossiers, live camera feeds, and electronic bugs. He was preparing for a potential tough encounter.

He stole occasional glances around the diner. No sign of the agent yet.

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