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Jacob smiled. "Here, we don't expect you to commit suicide if you fail," he remarked. Hotaka's expression relaxed, and in a calmer and thickly-accented Japanese voice he said, "My previous employers... they take honor very seriously." "I know that," Jacob replied, "but there is nothing dishonorable about what you are doing today. In fact, this is a day of great celebration." "Is that so?" "Your sister's enemies were powerful, Mr. Takeda. It is rare that a man in your position would be granted such a..." Jacob paused, choosing his words carefully, "a relatively easy opportunity." Hotaka sank back into the leather seating of the sedan, tur

Sam looked up, "The hell's that?" Drake paused his stretching of the near-transparent material, and his eyes shot over to Sam. "This?" he said, pausing for a moment to hold the material up to the light, "This is bugskin. Looks milspec too." Sam shot Drake a look, crossing her arms before replying, "Oh my word. Do I look like I understand what you just said?" Drake continued the examination of the drawers in the surgery room, continuing with the conversation as he pulled out various high-tech contraptions out of them. "Bugskin is a type of implant... the domestic variant is usually subdermal, the cyberdocs stick pieces of it under your skin

Patel leaned back into the synth-leather office chair. "How long do we have?" he asked. "Before the media blackout is over, or before we can't enforce it any more?" replied Rivers, brushing her hair to the side and glancing up to look at him. "Whichever." "I'd say it's a miracle we've held off so far... mainstream we can enforce probably until a few hours before the blackout lifts. The blackout itself..." Rivers started, before noticing that Jones had entered the room. "-ends in eight hours, at sunrise," Jones finished for her. "And these guys probably won't be listening to underground news between now and then," Rivers chimed in. "So w