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In the last several months, Henderson had few visitors. Still, it was easy for her to access and she quickly disseminated information to Syndney and Doc. She easily located the Penthouse host, which was actually separate from the buildings own host.
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Desirea leaned back in her seat and took a look at the virtual space. He stayed in a penthouse condo in a predominantly Ares neighborhood in the O’Hare subsprawl.Īrriving at the location, Doc parked across the street. However, he had been diagnosed with PTSD and was a considered a hero from actions during the Bug City days, so Ares had set him up with a pension.
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Reports indicated he had been discharged under other than honorable conditions after an altercation with his commander. It didn’t occur to him to wonder why they were several seconds behind.Īs they drove, Desirea did a matrix search, tracking whatever information they could about Donald Henderson. “What? You didn’t want more?” with that, he grabbed their tumblers in each of his hands and drank them in quick succession. He set it down and regarded the astonished stares of the women. Good luck.”ĭoc Palmer poured the two ladies each a shot, then slugged down the rest of the bottle. We’ll let you know when we’re done.”įlapJack smiled and stood up. Look over this data packet." He tapped a few buttons out on his commlink and Desirea’s chirped an alert. “His name is ”/wikis/henderson" class=“wiki-page-link”>Henderson. So I will give you a bonus if you finish the job quickly.” “You are not a gifted negotiator, but I like you and you have done good work for me before. “One paranoid former Ares Firewatch Soldier.”įlapJack continued, “Veteran of Bug City.”įlapJack smiled. “In particular, I need you to swap out the dog for a drone replacement.”ĭoc set his tumbler down and looked over at FlapJack. “A bichon frise? Like, the dog?”įlapJack nodded. “So much for sober,” Desirea smirked, then turned back to FlapJack. “Well,” as he poured them each a drink he explained what they would need to do, “I need you to exfiltrate a bichon frise.”ĭoc Palmer tiled his head back and gulped down the contents of his tumbler instantly.
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I’m sure you’ll find she is professional and easy to work with.” “This is Sydney,” FlapJack introduced the dwarf women. Johnson.”ĭoc nodded, looking over the man and his companion. “This is my associate, Doc Palmer,” she said, smiling. I am glad Cutter has found someone useful. “I remember you from work a little while back. “Ah, oui,” his Quebecois accent was thick. Johnson, I presume! It’s you looking for talent?”įlapJack smiled. Sitting with him was a black female Dwarf. The well dressed man was FlapJack, who had hired her and Rollrgrrl to raid the Aqualogy. Walking into Cutter’s, Desirea saw a familiar face sitting at a table set with a few tumblers and a bottle of something dark. “Oh, he’s fine.” He grabbed his lab coat and pushed her out the door. You in? And… is he ok?”ĭoc looked over at Skeeter and nodded. “Well, mostly because no one else is here right now, but Cutter says if it’s just you and me, it should be fine. Everything seemed great and Doc was looking forward to trying it himself when there was a knock at the door and Desirea poked her head in.ĭesirea grinned. So far, so good, Skeeter wasn’t thrashing or moaning or running an alarming fever. He was pretty sure that’s why they called it a subjective experience. But always best to test it on a subject before self ingestion. Doc remembered that Tempo had been a really good time, though he’d only got to try it once. Skeeter said he thought it might be ‘Crimson’, a sort of new concoction that had just come on the scene. Maybe he wasn’t foolhardy enough to try it himself, but when one of the Devil Rats offered to take a hit, Doc Palmer was certainly fine with that. He contemplated the stuff for several minutes and then looked over to the occupied hospital bed. He desperately wanted to just… try it himself, but even he wasn’t so foolhardy as to try something that hadn’t even been confirmed as being a psychoactive at all. In front of him was a plate where he had isolated ten milligrams of the red powder he had found before. Doc Palmer sat hunched over the table, his knees on the stool.