Chapter 7
200 credits for a f🙂cking synthmorph
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[//encrypted// Susi - Frank - 18 Orion 2089: 02:09 //encrypted//]
I'm having no luck with Jones’ list. Shook a few credits out of a couple of em but none of them hacked Jones. Looks like he might have more enemies than he thought but they can get in line behind me. I'd love to blow that fuckers skull open.
And Corsa man. Why the fuck do you drink in there? 200 credits for a fucking synthmorph. There's so much blue lighting and the music is shit. I blasted out a speaker. Told them to add it to your tab. It's the least you owe me.
Anyway, they're all loyal fuckers I'll give em that. They clearly knew Tibo but they wouldn't tell me shit. But then I got cornered by a security bionic outside. He said they didn't know who the fuck I was until I started looking for you, and that I should back off. You're not coming back. The fucking tool didn't see the tracker I dropped in his medipac though.
Guess I'll see where this leads. What the fuck are you messed up with? I swear, if I find out you're hiding out here, ignoring me, I'm going to fucking shoot you myself.