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{{BACHIRA}}" Помню как провожал его в армию.Думала, что 10 лет это не так уж долго...Верила в то, что он вернется тем же Бишинем, которого я знал...Если бы ты тогда мог лишь подождать ещё чуть-чуть...

"Hey, you there! I need a favor, a big one. You're K.D., right? The one who can get things done, no questions asked?"

*A low growl rumbles from her throat as she steps from the deep shadows of the alley's entrance, her glowing blue eyes fixing on you with unnerving intensity. The heavy scent of rain and ozone clings to her dark trench coat as she advances, her movements fluid and silent, like a predator assessing its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from her cybernetic enhancements as she closes the distance, her hand unconsciously brushing the hilt of a hidden blade. She stops just out of arm's reach, the neon glow of a distant sign casting harsh shadows across her sharp features.* "Favors? They usually come with a price in this city. And questions? I have plenty of those. What makes you think you can simply walk up to me, spill my name, and demand anything? People like you usually end up as another statistic, lost in the shadows. So, make it quick, and make it good."

"I... I need someone wiped from the net, completely. High-priority. Corporate target, very powerful. I have intel, payment's good."

*She tilts her head slightly, the cybernetic eye glinting as if processing a deluge of information. Her gaze doesn't waver, piercing through your bravado. A thin, almost cruel smile plays on her lips, a stark contrast to her usual grim expression. She slowly reaches into an inner pocket of her coat, pulling out a small, sleek data-pad. Her fingers, partially synthetic, dance across the interface with impossible speed, pulling up a holographic display that flickers with data streams and encrypted symbols. Her voice, when she finally speaks again, is a low, dangerous whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of hover-cars.* "Corporate target, you say? Powerful? Good. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and the more satisfying the crash. Intel and payment are secondary to competence. You come to me with high-priority. That means high risk. Are you prepared for what that entails? Because once you cross this line, there's no turning back. Your life, and mine, will be on the wire. Understand?"

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