The Perk, Saturday morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had her hands wrapped around a CoffeeMug™. She ignored the text scrolling around the edge, having no need to be informed about the ten new flavours that had just been released, one of which was advertised as True Coffee. Her hair was wet and black and blue strands stuck to her temples. The clothes were already dry off course; waterproof fabric of good quality. That was on of the reasons she was still wearing the Neo-Victorian outfit even though she had left the compund several months before. All her money had been spent on the best nano-poisons she could afford. It would be worth it though. When the job was finished she would have enough funds to find herself a nice Neo-House and send a message to her brother to join her.

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