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The deal was supposed to be simple. Data for a clean slate. But as the silver Tailgater pulled up nose-to-nose with his car, Elias saw the driver. It wasn’t the contact he expected. It was a man in a tactical vest, his face obscured by a ballistic mask.

"Change of plans, Elias," the man shouted over the rain, stepping out with a hand resting on a holstered sidearm. "The 675 data stays with the firm. You, however, are a loose end." 675_2_RP.rar

He didn’t know what was on it. In his line of work, knowing was a liability. But the rumors in the underground forums suggested it contained the "RP" — the Response Protocol for the city’s largest private security firm. The deal was supposed to be simple