![]() ![]() The courier wouldn’t budge if they didn’t have to. After some time, however, they had accepted that no amount of coercion to leave the room would work. For the first few weeks it worried the courier’s friends. ![]() If not at a meeting with someone around Freeside or the Strip, they were in the Penthouse. ![]() It was where they spent all of their time. The penthouse functioned as their main room for the previous few months. They had lost track of how many times they had watched that screen in the past day alone. Like every other time they had done so, it read “connection lost”. They glanced at the large monitor in front of them again. They tapped it against the side of the table, filling the penthouse with a noise beside the rush of air outside. The courier studied the pencil in their hand, sighing. ![]()
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