#retr0grading

   Sitara ignored the other’s words, following him over to his -- their -- next mission. While she wasn’t usually wasn’t one of the few to go do field work -- her usual work tended to stay in the lines of spreading their name in the city. That and her usual work in the hackerspace, she wasn’t the one to go out all the time. Yet ... she wanted to. Today he was doing something that she couldn’t just slide with him being alone. He needed someone to have his back today and she was going to be it , if she had any say in it. And since she was already here, her word was going to be final.

Val was in his guest room/workshop, listing to tunes while working on his latest project. The groove was quite infectious, though. So much so that he couldn’t help but stop for a dance break. It’s been a while since he brushed off his pop-lock skills. Getting lost in the music felt good. It felt liberating.  

   “ -- so let me get this straight.  You ... work for some hacker group? ” Michael was still trying to wrap his head around the thought -- sure he had heard about them. But he had never actually MET someone of one of those groups. 

It was kind of cool the more he thought about it. 

The Akita lifted her ears up before staring ahead to see Marcus approaching their van. She didn’t bark however. Instead she remained silent while her tail was wagging.

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[text to: marcus 👓] – weiners but no names? My Dude, c’mon

[text to: marcus 👓] – *incorrect names, w/e

[text to: marcus 👓] – i’m chris. idk if u remember me or anything so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[text to: marcus 👓] – also yeah, i’m a guy.

    ❛ c’mon marcus, you’ve never been in the palace of fine arts at night? ❜