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7/16/2015 9:53:15 PM
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Stephenson glances over.
"Oh, yeah. Code for the apartment's on your tacpad. It's got a furniture terminal. Pick what you want and get it warped in. I've got a deal with a few high-ups, so money's no issue. I've got a workshop in the back, and I'm feeling like putting a shotgun inside that umbrella."
"What's in that case of yours?"
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[b]He opens it, and a good hundred data chips are shimmering inside.[/b] "Nothing useful to you, but the world to me."
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Stephenson chuckles. "I know my way around a computer. Not the same way you do, but I know enough." "I'll add all the security authos for your new place to your tacpad." Stephenson makes a few quick adjustments. "And... Good. The turrets recognize you now."
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"Thanks. I would prefer not to be shot to death by them. It's been a long day, I'm going to bed." [b]I make my way to my own apartment.[/b]
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Stephenson hits the sack as well. They'll have another job tomorrow...
