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This <span class="mu-i">barely</span> counts as knowing what is really inside Briefy, the truth is that you learned absolutely nothing but tangential information, this USB Stick contains <span class="mu-i">secrets</span>, but of which kind? What flavor? What <span class="mu-i">smell</span>? You won’t know by keeping it by your side, no, you need to get to the nitty-gritty, or your name isn’t <span class="mu-i">Gritty Sigi</span>. You look around for any place suitable to access its contents.
Your eyes lock onto a Printing Shop, they will let you have access to their PCs, if you have anything to print. No more self-evident observations, you wobble like a flightless bird to the store with curiosity clouding your judgment!
After an exchange of words with the clerk, you open up Briefy and hand over the USB Stick. He sticks it in the PC, and asks…
“Which file?” The Clerk asks nonchalantly.
“Which file what?” You play dumb so he has to show you the screen.
“Which file do you want me to print, dude?” The man doesn’t mind repeating himself as he turns the screen partially towards you. Years of dealing with the public killed any type of mild annoyance in his bones. “It’s all folders.”
“Uhm…” For some reason, you expected the USB Stick to be encrypted, this is a pleasant surprise. The coding system for the name doesn’t appear to be complex, but it’s meaningless to you. It’s written like [AB001] and stuff the like. “Can you let me browse the files myself?”
“Knock yourself out.” The man doesn’t mind as he steps out of the counter to organize other papers in the back.
Should you pick a random one? Or do you pick your favorite letter and number? Gritty Sigi has at least 4 favorite numbers. Combinations of numbers, not solitary numbers, it’d be stupid to have almost half of the numbers as your favorites.
“Kid.” An ominous figure stands behind you. It appears it’s the same figure who handed over Briefy to you. He’s holding a cup of coffee from the shop in front of the Printing Shop. “What are you doing here?”
This person is starting to get suspicious. <span class="mu-s">They are starting to think you’re not the one they were supposed to deliver the USB Stick to…</span>
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“I didn’t find anyone yet, so I’m getting some personal stuff done in the meantime.” Lie, lie, and lie.
>“I’m waiting to have my stuff printed, you?” Act casual.
>“I’m learning the secrets behind the USB Stick before delivering it. Wanna know too?” Try to convince them to join you.
>“Look, behind you! The police!” Distract and run.
>Ignore. Keep going.
>Write In.
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