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Irredeemable

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"Treading the edge?" Highlight reached up to the cigarette in her mouth with her other arm: the dangerous arm, then, ash dangling dangerously off the end, inched it towards Spotlight's hand. When he pulled back equally slowly she glanced up at his face, and then her lips quirked. To someone unused to reading the facial expressions of a maelstrom ganger, it would have been nearly incomprehensible, but Spotlight would quickly recognise the amusement on her face. She pulled the hand back quickly and took a more casual position, waving two fingers towards the other gangers who also eased back in their chairs.

"Go ahead. It's all yours." Highjack spread her hand out in a wide and inviting sort of fashion, turning back to the rest of the gang and striking up a new conversation. It meandered this way and that as Spotlight did his thing, and it only took a few minutes before it seemed like everyone had totally forgotten that he was even there. It was true what they said- the help really was invisible.

"Maybe it's time for us to start pushing out of 'Saka waters. Not saying the place there's not a good thing, body disposal's easy for sure, but the corpo types give me the creeps and it's getting cramped."

"Hard to say there aren't good opportunities there though. We can't jump folks at the docks if we ain't got a powerbase at the docks." Another ganger frowned.

"That's why I'm saying we push out, but we keep what we have there. We can expand, right? There's enough of us around boss here." He nodded towards Highjack, who frowned.

"Risky is the problem. If we're gonna start jockeying we need resources... Hold off on it. We got cashflow waiting, once that's come through we can revisit this conversation." She lit another cigarette, but just like that, Spotlight had been given enough information to start with.
 

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The walls have ears. Sometimes true in the sense that they are bugged. But in this instance, it was just someone paying mind to people that didn't pay any mind to him. Just as the plan had been. All so very convenient. What wasn't so very convenient though was just how little he was gleaning here. At least he could spend a reasonably long time up here without too many questions since he wasn't going to get this thing into working order any time soon. And hey, sometimes it just might be that after a phrase was true in one way, it might be in the other.

Spotlight was turning a minuscule microphone in his fingers, well in the protection of his torso from any prying eyes, when he heard the information that he figured was actually the most that these people would be speaking out loud in a setting like this. They had a home base in the Arasaka waterfront. Well wasn't that just fine and dandy. An area where by no means prying eyes had an easy means to look into anything. Then again, if one called upon a friend and paid them a good share to keep their mouth shut… Well, his pay hopefully would cover all that. No edgerunner would get by getting too greedy and trying to keep everything to themselves.

The mic was returned to the selection of spare parts and he picked out another cheap component, swapping something of the same grade for that, and giving the light one more slap once the conversation had sufficiently moved away from the part that had actually interested him. Nothing from the light. As expected. "There. Now to check the breaker", he mumbled out 'to himself' and removed himself from his perch, heading back down. All that awaited him there was swapping the cord out yet again and presto, the light was on. Now it was time for him to do backstage things. And in the meantime…

As expected, it hadn't been so simple to drag S-Sync back into this mess, but polite inquiries into known Maelstrom subnets in the 'Saka Harbour would draw him a reasonable enough picture. No drones for that area. Just a Maelstromer skulking about one of their hideouts. And now, there was nobody to stop him from removing a few heads from the picture, as long as he left no proof that it was him. And for a security tech, it was no issue at all to cut the subnet's access to the main network. And then it'd be just a matter of removing any already gathered video feeds. A simple hideout in the area also shouldn't prove too challenging in general. Can't have too visible stuff going on or the corps get antsy.

And surely enough, two guardsmen and a routine data wipe later Spotlight was leaving the harbour area and already pushing a voice message towards Wish. "I've got a chunk of data here. Doesn't quite have your name on it or anything, but I have a strong hunch it's what you are looking for. Name your drop-off." And then it was back to driving. Hopefully he'd make it out without tails or other such issues.
 
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