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"Be very careful if you're going into District 10 or 11. J and K-Corp. <span class="mu-r">Those fuckers are on the edge of WAR, you know.</span>" Wait what, how the fuck-
[PERSON OF INTEREST] The J-Corp pigs must've ratted themselves out as the ones who gassed the Ace Strikers. K-Corp was hunting YOU down for it but now? Yeah.
"Ah." You say with a totally dead inside expression. "H-how close?"
"Nothing like a Corporate War but tensions there are high. It'll die down within the next four days but just be careful." <span class="mu-b">So, the next three missions you take then? Noted.</span> You nod your head before making your way back to the train station. You doubt that's the actual intel they have to tell you, which again, you'll ask them once you're about ready to fall asleep.
You pull out your phone to make some quick calls right as you arrive back at the train station. First off, Sukane.
He picks up almost immediately. "Hour amount?" The sounds of keyboard keys clicking can be heard in the background. "Hurry. Large amount of time being transferred lately."
"Ten hours, transport reasons." That should be enough to account for traveling from G Corp, to S-Corp, to L-Corp, and back. You're hung up on almost immediately and in the blink of the eye, you feel like something has changed. Looking up at the sky, it's barely morning time now. You swore you came back around 4 PM but checking your phone, it's 6 AM.
>-$450! $2998 LEFT!
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Oddly seamless. If you didn't know it was 4 PM before, you would've think you just had a poor sense of time.
You're not going to look a gifted house in the mouth. Soon enough, you're back in District 19 in the blink of the eye. S-ZETA-9, to be exact. Your only real plan is to investigate what they've been doing. You slowly disappear into the crowds of crowds of same-faced S-Corp residents. The shoddily constructed buildings and streets all throughout the District feel oddly imposing to walk around in. As if one wrong step and everything would shatter.
"Suppose the cobbler doesn't make shoes for his kids." You mutter to yourself.
"Indeed." A random S-Corp citizen nods in approval. "Doesn't pay as much as building for the corps. Rent's cheap, at least. Until some brightly dressed men started making a ruckus down here."
You stop dead in your tracks. "Where did you last see them?"
The S-Corp citizen points northeast from here. "Small coffee shop. D-Corp owned."
"Thank you." You offer your best smile as you make a beeline towards the location he told you about.
You eventually find a lull in the constant crowd of same-faced S-Corpers to find yourself in front of a coffee shop. Almost reminds you of one of the shops you saw back in that 'Victorian' footage. The quaint little shop is made mostly out of bright red bricks and, if it wasn't for a chalk drawing of a redheaded woman saying "YUMYUM COFFEE!" above the front entrance, you would've never thought it was an actual business.
Then you see it. A glint of silver.
