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"How tall is this Slinky guy?"
>"Massive. 8 feet tall, meaning, twice your size. This is why I ask that you do not accept his offer to help, which he will try, even if it means trying to fit through every doorway and cramped corridor. His need for approval makes him motivated, but it means he can get in the way easily.
>Clay would like to meet the new species too, wouldn't he?
Yeah… he would…
"I was thinking the train at first, but you've really sold me on the sub. I'll go for that I think."
>"Good. If you can make it quick, you may still have time for the train. We'll see."
"So, what about payment?"
>"We will discuss details later. for now, wait for further instructions."
"Can I get a number to call you?"
>"That cannot be arranged. We will be the ones getting in contact with you. See you soon."
The screen turns off, and I take off the headset and goggles. I turn to face Dahl.
>"Here's what happens now."
He hands me a business card for some kind of carpet cleaning business.
>"You call this number. When the guy on the other end picks up, you'll ask him for the deluxe hot water extraction with added lavender fragrance. You'll give him this address, and you wait."
"I don't have any carpet that needs cleaning."
>"I can tell. After the call, a few of my trusted guys will come over and take care of the corpse."
"Hold on, corpse? I thought you just knocked him out or put him to sleep or something."
>"I did. I used an enchanted seed called a bullet that can put someone into a deep sleep, and I planted it in his head using this magical bicycle pump."
He takes out an object from under his coat and shows it to me. The design seems a bit rudimentary.
"If you shot him, why didn't I hear anything?"
>"It's a silenced pistol. Silenced at least for the first few shots, and it doesn't create light. If you ever get a firearm replicator, I suggest that you make one of your own. "
"You killed him just like that? because he was getting a little out of hand?"
>"I was gonna kill him the minute I brought him with me. He has been stealing from me as If I wouldn't notice. He was going to die sometime today, just happened to be the moment he tried to inconvenience me. Don't feel bad for that escaped convict pig, He was already facing a death sentence. I did the universe a favor."
He puts the gun back underneath his jacket and begins walking off.
"So, if this guy is dead... can I have his stuff?"
He stops and sighs without turning to face me.
>"You want some good advice? quit the scavenging thing. I was in the same position when I was your age, and I threw away fifteen good years, hoping it'd all get better. It doesn't get better. You may think that you're operating outside the system, but you're not. At the end of the day, even the 'independents' get exploited - because at the end of the day, it’s the companies you’re selling to. They always win. It's rigged. All of it."
"It's still a living."
>"No, it's not. Look at this place. You have nothing."
"Well... What do I do then?"
>"I won't tell you. Life doesn't come with an instruction manual. That's because you're not supposed to always go with the options you're presented with. Do this job for Stair, but don't depend on him for work. Maybe then you'll start to realize."
"So, is that a 'no' for me being able to have this guy's stuff?"
>"Don't touch anything on him. It's my stuff. There is one thing you can have though."
He reaches into the coat of the dead belenos and pulls out one of the tracking devices, he hands it to me.
>"You'll need this. It'll beep when a key is nearby. The closer you get, the more it beeps. Got it?"
"Got it. One more question. Your name isn’t really Dahl, is it?"
>"Correct. Aren’t you smart? I’ll see you around."
He leaves.
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