Caught in a Lie

[Jazz]

COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 5
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian

PASSWORD:***********

PASSWORD Correct

Finally made it back. It was a long trip to Leeds. I found my old hidey hole, behind one of the old factories; they tore it down.

Nothing is left. Now I truly have nothing, except the white lab coat I'm wearing. I don't look like I'm a local, I better buy something. But, dang it. All I have is this fighter I stole from the lane hackers. No matter.

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Well I sold the ship. Old Marcus doesn't miss a beat. He gave me a good deal. Once, I laughed at him that I would be a fugitive from the law. What was he thinking? I'm not a fugitive from the law I said, but then he showed me an article that was pulled from his office credenza. It was a list of traitors, my leaving to Kusari was noticed, and they gave me 6 months to return. Then they labeled me as a spy.
I chuckled. My luck had gone from bad to worse. Oh well.

Well, I'm going back to the school down near the Housing district, see if I can't make sense of all of this.

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Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is...
He's called the Busdriver!