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You push yourself through the turnstile and lumber forward. The backpack stays in your hand- you can't rest anything on your back with the implant's former spot buzzing. Retching, you toss it aside and reflexively vomit from your buzzing head and upset stomach- but almost nothing comes out.
<span class="mu-g">"You don't look so good."</span> You're not expecting the voice, but it's distinct. Wade. He's going to kill you. Your whole body begins to shut down as you realize this was all for nothing. You stumble just far enough to lie belly-down on your backpack, waiting for him to finish this.
<span class="mu-g">"Relax,"</span> he says, with a far more amiable tone than you're expecting from him. <span class="mu-g">"Do I look like I'm getting paid?"</span> In fact, he seems slightly concerned. <span class="mu-g">"Geez, you look like you could use some sleep."</span> You'd like some painkillers, but you only take those when you're sick- obviously, the company doesn't encourage working while sick, but they practically require it anyway.
Fuck it, you're not taking any more sick days. Counting off two pills, you crush them in your teeth and catch your breath. Wade throws a bag of tissues your way as the buzz runs through your back and up your neck. <span class="mu-g">"Might as well give these to you- I got them off of her."</span> The woman you turned in? <span class="mu-g">"Yeah. She was also packing a lot of precious gems- big score for me."</span> Gems? <span class="mu-g">"Yeah, they carry value and non-ferrous material doesn't pop on a metal detector. Still shows up on scans- and some of the stones were set. Seems like she was pocketing jewelry and information."</span>
...Why is he even here? When you ask, he jerks a thumb outside. <span class="mu-g">"Take a wild guess."</span> The terrorist? He nods solemnly. <span class="mu-g">"Boss said kill him or die trying. I told him to fuck off. He tried to remote kill me, but I rooted my rig- and I figure 'Spider-Man' there has too."</span> That guy was more like a grasshopper, really.
Isn't he scared that his boss will send a hit squad (which might incidentally kill you, too) after him? <span class="mu-g">"With a one-man army holding off half the city's enforcement? Fuck no. I've got Martha with me, so she's not a target either."</span> He pats a bag nearby, which presumably contains his robot wife... teacher... You're just going to absorb these pills.
Seems he's looking for his way out too. There's probably a joke here somewhere, a chef, an assassin, and a robot... but you look down the empty tunnel and can't think of anything to say.
>>Wade at the Bus Stop
>Ask him to wake you up when the bus comes. Dream of days gone by.
>He can pick up the car you left behind- seems like he could drive that, even if you can't.
>What about his bike? He can't use that?
>You admit you regret handing over that woman. Maybe it's the pills, but she was just trying to get by too.
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