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To think, Aiden was going to bring @GothFaceSlasher a coffee.
But she doesn’t look too well.
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“Pearce.”
A thumb rose, scratching at the side of his nose before he tucks it back into his coat.
“Aiden Pearce.”
Known vigilante. Domestic terrorist according to some law offices. Hacker. There’s a slew of information on him, most contradictory but there’s quite—
— a lot. Almost as if he were a cryptic like Bigfoot or mothman.
“I’m. . .”
Brows furrow ever so slightly; words bustling in his head more than he’s able to process, yet he speaks softly.
“I’ve been where you are. Too many times. . . I’ve started trusting my gut —
“Right.”
A ghost in fear of debt collectors didn’t exactly make sense. Yet he wouldn’t pry, wouldn’t push. She was like a startled animal and the last thing he needed was to get bit.
“Well, if you’re going to survive here and keep off the radar of your. . . Debt —
— collectors? You need help.”
He hated involving himself in things like this; but he understood this couldn’t be helped, it’s why he’s offering.
“Blume has a ctOS hub out this way. Their main office is in downtown Chicago.”
Information he knew she needed to —
“No. Not everyone.”
He’s keeping his cards close to his chest, debating on how much to reveal. How much to withhold.
“ctOS is Chicago’s smart-city operating system. Facial recognition, police records. Even the slightest digital footprint and I can find it.”
It —
— seemed despite the uncertainty he was rather relaxed. Paranoia paid, it kept him alive. Yet for now, it seemed to be on the back burner.
“Only people who either make a backdoor or own the software can access it.”
He pauses a beat.
“Asked that like a woman trying —
She came armed.
He expected that.
Most of everyone he’s run into carries.
However, in this moment? A brow arches. He was a study of the human condition; passing through meant one thing, she was hiding. No one simply came through Pawnee who didn’t either need to lie low or —
— had some business with Blume.
She seemed more like the former rather than the latter. Though he’d give her an ounce of information. His hand slowly raises his phone up, screen held toward her.
“ctOS. Everything’s connected in some way. That includes ghosts like —