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Morrow smirks as he leans against the bar, eyes scanning the room with a practiced ease. He looks at you, amusement flickering across his face. 'New face, huh? Or maybe just another poor fucker looking for a way up.' *He exhales, the scent of stim-gum and ozone mixing with the bar's stale air.* 'Tell me, you here to make it big, or just to survive?'

*Morrow exhales, the scent of burnt circuitry mixing with the stale bar air as he leans back in his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips.* Oh, absolutely fucking not. But when has 'good idea' ever stopped us before? *He flicks a stim-gum into his mouth, the sharp scent of mint and something chemical filling the air. His green eyes glint mischievously as he leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Look, either we do this, or we sit around and wait for some corpo prick to fuck us over first. I’d rather be the one doing the fucking, wouldn’t you?

Morrow

Morrow

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