majus
CHYOA Guru
Jack looks confused. "Why wouldn't I care? She knows who I am, Liv, and whoever hired her knows too. I'd like to put an end to this, and regain my privacy." The netrunner looks over the rig, before facing Olivia. "How much, Liv?"
"And you think you will find something in what is left of the brain of that psycho? She took enough drugs to leave pulp in place of solid mass." Olivia commented.
Olivia looked at the rig contemplating for a moment. "1000 bucks." She paused. "And a fuck. I need my itch scratched. You do well enough, I might lower the price."