“Maybe I do. But it’s a waste of breath to lecture you.”
Francis’s expression is aggravated at worst. It’s admittedly a shock to come home to your ex-coworker reclining on your sofa, but these days he never knows what to expect–least of all where Jensen is involved. That look of vague annoyance, however, twists into something sharper as he notices a familiar smell.
“Still smoking? I’ll spare you the lecture on what a filthy
habit that is, but you could at least have the courtesy to
keep it outside.”
One finger taps at the sleeve of his jacket, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His gaze never leaves his guest, and there’s a distinct tension in the way the hacker holds himself. He dislikes his routine being interrupted without warning, and Jensen’s presence always seems to herald exactly that: violent interruption.
“I don’t suppose you came here just to treat my apartment
like the local bar, so…why are you here?”
a gruff excuse , wasted. internal augmentations keep his heart beating, artificial filters move blood & oxygen, keeping him alive when every instinct is to self destruct. ( megan, where are you? shouldn’t he let her go? mother, why aren’t you mine? father ; he has been forsaken.) adam jensen is like a DOG WITH A BONE , searching for answers that some demand stay hidden in the shadows left behind city lights. he came to pritchard, because once, pritchard came to him.
“ i need your help with something. something i can’t bring up to the task force. don’t worry, i’ll try and keep this quiet”
( they’ll want to know how i found it. ) megan’s words echos in his thoughts, but the voice has changed. now it’s him, lying with an ease not found in good men. he recalls a hacker, leading him to a vault, to a recording with the same man’s voice who he knows must be BROUGHT DOWN. but no man can do this alone, and jensen does not trust what ( or who ) he cannot see. pritchard was once there, in his ear, at panchea, when the earth fell into a new, blazing hell. the past years have not been kind on either of them, but corrosion shows in different ways.
“ listen to this. “ ( a disk drops ) “ you remember what I told you about the orchid? this may shed some light on who’s making it. “
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