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Tue Aug 30 2076

Warrens, Location Unknown.

Trucks are unloaded onto pallets, then split amongst cars and slamvans. Greenwhich rubs at his face, tired after a long day negotiating over mainframe access to high end weapon systems in the Middle East. He thinks about the last two incidents- a run of bad luck. For himself, and for the individuals crossing him. They remain unknown to him, for now.

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