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"Hey, I'm sorry about the attack."

"Don't be. I try not to get attached to things anymore because I'm used to losing them." said T-Bone.

"Yeah, I need to learn that. I don't let go very well."

"Oh, I am Mount Saint Helens right now, believe me. But that don't mean I'm not grateful. Despite that setback, I'm a free man now. I owe you. Now it's back to Chicago. So you got me a place for me to stay, man?"

"Uh... we're... squatting in your old ctOS Station."

"Not the bunker? That'll do it. I can't wait to pick apart these files and see what's caused all this hullabaloo." laughed T-Bone.

"That data can't leak, T-Bone. I'm trading it for my sister."

"You got nothing to worry about. You did me a solid. Now it's my turn."


We arrived at the bunker. T-Bone walked slowly towards the main computers: "You feel that? That's the weight of trillions of bytes of information at your fingertips."

"Well, you are gonna have to lay low here for a while."

T-Bone stopped for a moment, then pointed at the monitors ahead, where that encrypted video was partially playing.

"What's this all about?"

"I don't know. She's somehow connected to an old job. And someone doesn't want me to find out why." I answered.

T-Bone then took out a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer below some monitors. I slightly smiled as he opened the bottle. Suddenly, Clara came in:

"I'm happy you're well. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

T-Bone walked slowly to her: "Corporate espionage. Crooked cops. Big explosions, honey. And you are?"

Clara was looking puzzled at him.

"This is Clara. Clara, this is T-Bone, otherwise known as the legendary Raymond Kenny." I said.

She looked surprised at him, as she couldn't believe her eyes, and said:

"Really?"

"We can't all be pretty in this game, honey." said T-Bone, coming closer to her.

"No. I... I mean -- Wow! I'm a fan." she said as she wanted to shake hands with T-Bone.

"Oh... enchante.."

I interrupted him: "All right.."

T-Bone turned to the monitors to check the files.

"What happened?" asked Clara, surprised.

"Damien was there."
"What? How did he know?"
"I don't know, he's working out a deal of his own. Something with Blume."

Suddenly, T-Bone turned towards us saying on a deep voice: "You never told me that."

"Hang on." I interrupted him.

"No, hang on, nothing. You better tell me what you're messed up in. All of it. Or I ain't decrypting jackshit. Now-- Damien and Blume!" said T-Bone, nervous, coming closer to me.

"You don't need to worry about that."

T-Bone pushed me, furious, and said:

"I'll decide what I need to worry about, Aiden."

"You listen to me.. I want a name in that server. Now our deal is: I bring you the information, you decrypt it." I said, firmly.

"Well, then you've got a big problem." said T-Bone, preparing to leave.

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