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He squints upon seeing the medal and offers a curt, short nod. "Look. I can't talk long. Not here. Not in public. You know why."
"Of course, of course. Number? Radio frequency? Found a walkie talkie."
Mr. Anjaro pulls out a ballpoint pen and begins to scribble something down. He hands over his contact information: "142.15." Upon hearing that you have a similar goal to him, he seems to have loosened up considerably. Your other allies move in to talk to him as well.
"Listen. I killed one. I know I killed one. They were hunting us down, see, not a lot of us left. Had to hide my daughter and son, yes yes." Mr. Anjaro chitters to himself. "I know how to kill them real good. See, they like sneaking around. Sneak around good. Almost got me and a friend of mine, Greg Krak. They hide in the trees. Act like you don't know they there. They got a sign, you see?"
Alexis and Casey nod, taking in this information. One of them KNOWS they exist and the other is Casey, so she just accepts anything.
"They glow, yes yes, but they also make this buzz. You gotta tune your ear in REAL good but you can hear it. Try it." You, of course, humor him since if he's even remotely onto something, it might be valuable information.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] An intense buzzing rings throughout your ears. Almost like you're connecting into a radio frequency. Two signals, on the bottom floor. One west, one south. Not aware of you. For now.
What the fuck? Even Casey and Alexis seem to be hearing the buzz given the weird squints on their face. "how the-?" "whuh?"
"Their implants. Their implants make that buzz. Target the buzz if you see them."
Mr. Anjaro promptly shoves something into your hand before gesturing at your group to leave. Well, probably a good thing to do so. The three of you promptly decide it's probably best to talk to someone LESS paranoid. You won't get anything of real value out of him, it seems.
>+SILVER AGENT PSYCHOLOGY TRICK LEARNT! You, Casey, and Alexis add +2d8 to any roll involving attacking or incapacitating a spook. You may teach this to other allies but it takes time to properly explain.
>SILVER AMMO x3 (Can be used in any gun. When fired, heals 1 FLESH or RESTRAINT, whichever is lowest) and ANJARO CONTACT INFO ACQUIRED! (Contact info! What else can be said?)
The next table up is the really weird table filled to the brim with seven copies of the same people. All of them have an average height and build and all of them are wearing the exact same clothes: A black suit and black tie with a pin of a hand making a peace sign slapped on. All of them immediately snap their gazes over to you. As one solid unit.
Casey seems to recognize something about them and drops her normally cheerful smile for a moment. "My, my! Such a boring business strategy. Can't even attempt a marketable appearance when dealing with outsiders? I'm frankly disappointed."
Alexis slowly begins to rub the bridge of her nose. "This is going to suck, Nicole. Just trust me on this."
