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"sorry for that, monica."
"Oh, it's whatever." Monica doesn't sound thrilled. "This ended... okay. It would have been nicer if you'd gotten the kill on your own, obviously, but we can spin this into some sort of cooperation thing."
"good to hear."
"You've given me more work, but I've just been mostly sitting on my ass down here anyway. Just watch out for when she stims, alright?"
"don't worry about it."
"You have this way of reassuring that is entirely unreassuring, 73-6."
In the fridge, 73-6 finds a Shell upgrade. It's the injection kind, however, the more legitimate method, and he's not trained to install it on himself.
He also collects several guns, including Barduk's sawed-off, Helmet's shotgun, a boxy little semiauto, and a great big assault rifle from the locker. This thing is hardly legal for civvies, but neither is the block of semtex he scrounges. A check of the detonator proves that the one is tethered to the other. The papers on the table are all in boxy, illegible code, but he takes them anyway. Can't hurt to give the eggheads something to do.
In a drawer under the desk, he finds the albums that Keisha lost. Few people use physical media, anymore. You gotta respect that. There's Purple Rain by Prince, Confess by Twin Shadow, and Aberration by the Oblites.
A glossy picture falls out of one of the cases. 73-6 picks it up and glances at it and whoa he quickly flips that over and puts it back in the sleeve. Looks like Keisha gave Barduk a little more than just the album art.
Yikes.
"Everything okay over there?" asks Penelope. "Because I miiight need some help getting out of this apartment."
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