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Originally Posted by Dr. Chris

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Chris pointed his gun at Jaran's head. "Program, curfew has started." Chris didn't want to fight this person, but if it came to it, he would. "Program, come with me." Chris would not ask a second time. He looked around for anybody else. Nobody. Chris saw this ISO leaping from the alleyways. "Those lightlines are bright. You should lower the brightness." Chris was sometimes a jokester. Sometimes. He took his matter off the subject and returned to firewall-solider mode.

Jaran hissed in anger, of course he was caught. Just wonderful. AND a firewall soldier. Just fantastic. His eyes narrowed at the soldier and his dumb joke, he didn't think about that. "And what is a firewall doing outside of the city?" His voice was dripping with anger and sarcasm. Good. That's just what he wanted. But now he was stuck here. With a gun to his head and a firewall soldier that would no doubt turn him in immediately. And there he would go, derezzed and useless.
But wasn't he already useless?
No. He had to shut up. Or everything would start up again and he would scream at himself. He would second guess himself. The male ISO slid a leg under the soldier, in an attempt to trip him. Which would probably fail, but he was trying. There was no way he was being derezzed now. He refused. He'd made it this far. There was no going back.