!rtcFUbR5dY 04/21/12(Sat)00:11 No.18799295|
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Wendy calls up Laudine, a goddess, an oracle with her gene-sculpted finger on the pulse of every whisper, every rumor in the city. She can tell you anything, everything, but her price always cuts. She strings me along, feeding out just enough information to keep me guessing and my world drops out from under me.
Wendy had the disk before I found it, Laudine tells me. She had it and she was on the run from those two guns. Laudine names her price then, she wants a copy of the disk. I'm backed into a brightly-lit corner when BB pings the base of my neck and asks if I wouldn't mind scooting outside to help him out with the gunfight on Laudine's front lawn.
I ditch out on my tab and the two of us get out alive, but not before Wendy pulls my appropriated gun on me and tells me to fork over the disk. She can't bring herself to flatline me so I leave her breathing on the curb without the disk and vaporate in BB's ride while he's still in lizard-brain mode.