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  1. Arthur Jones

    PRIVATE DeckKRASH

    Arthur’s fingers tightened around the wheel the second he spotted Esher sprinting out of the wreckage. Even through the toxic rain, the kid looked like he’d just seen death up close—because he probably had. "Shit," Arthur muttered under his breath. This was supposed to be a quiet pickup. Esher...
  2. Arthur Jones

    PRIVATE DeckKRASH

    Arthur kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his pistol beneath his jacket. The MaiMai hummed through the wet streets, wipers slapping away streaks of neon-lit rain as he navigated toward Esher’s coordinates. The netrunner’s little panic dive into a Maelstrom-tagged warehouse wasn’t...
  3. Arthur Jones

    PRIVATE DeckKRASH

    The glow of his agent screen cast a sickly blue light across Arthur’s face as he read the message. He didn’t sigh. Didn’t scowl. Just sat there in the half-lit gloom of his apartment, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. Got made. Failed to get target info. Missed a DeckKRASH...
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