Morgan Again

Hmmm. We got a real sorry buncha juves here. Not enough weapons to make a stand, and not enough contacts to put CorpSec off your trail.

I just accessed the Virtual DataNet while you were working; it doesn't look good. It's going to be at least two days till the Street's gonna cool off enough for you to show your faces; CorpSec is combing the area right now looking for you. I've delayed them a while be scrambling their communications, but it won't work forever.

Grab your stuff. I'm gonna sneak you out to a safehouse, a place where CorpSec'll never look. It's not too far from here, and if you keep your brains out of your jockstraps (sorry, femjuves), you oughta make it no problem. But I'm warning you; try to play hero, and I promise you'll have every heavily armed CorpSec goon in the City right down on your butt. They're armed to the cyberteeth, they'll shoot to kill, and they won't bother to check your ID's first. That includes any of you GoldenKids or Glitters who think you'll walk this one. CorpSec doesn't care. They don't have to care - even your parents can't buck the System that far. CorpSec owns this country.

I'm going to hardcopy a map to you now. If you get grabbed along the way, tear it in half and it'll destroy itself. If one of you gets grabbed, the rest of you keep moving; you're not the only juves we're shuffling through tonight. The rest of the Organization's working overtime to beat this CorpSec bust. We never thought they'd go this far - rounding up an entire block fulla juves.

I bet some of you bright boys are thinking, "Hey, why should I trust this guy? He's just a Virtuality sim. This could be a trap." I got one thing to say to you; In five minutes, the CorpSec armor's gonna be crawling this corner like fleas. You think you got any choice?

Enough talk. Here's the map. MOVE!

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