intelligence. that makes it official, then. cian maher, once runner turned trainer turned criminal, is now a spy. seems like the natural progression of things, really.

at dahlia's question, his head dips in a nod, and as she continues, so comes his first step to possible redemption.

"...rocket has a submarine. it's normally parked near sootopolis."

for whatever reason, the weight on his shoulders remains.

"if you have a pen and paper, i can draw you all the access points i know."

dahlia goode

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already his mind races. could he get schematics of the submarine? where even would that be? what if he gets caught? he'll need an escape plan.

and on and on and on.

but he warning brings him back to the moment, to the bitter reality of what awaits them.

bitter, but also possibly green.

"understood."

he nods, and after a moment, he adds:

"thank you, dahlia."

for giving him a second chance.

dahlia goode

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