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Fri Nov 30 2072 CAS District, Falstaff's. Knox wants to dip his greedy finger into the information pie. he's heard tales about all this race war stuff and political backbiting from a few runners. He finagles an Op-Ed in a two bit scream sheet. He hits up his contacts, digging deeper for non-public info, but in these charged times no one's looking to do business with an ork fixer. Not with this proposition coming. Frag that noise. Knox throws his cellphone across his office and bangs his head on his desk in frustration. Shame, shame baby, shame shame.