The mercenaries didn’t pry further, just tossed in a casual, “Alright, if you ever need to splash some cash, hit me up.” They even threw in a personal email address for good measure. Who knows if it'll ever be used, but it was their way of extending a friendly hand.
They remembered that one year when a bunch of mercenary headquarters got challenged to duels. The weapons used by this person? Totally out of this world. Mirabella didn’t bother replying; she just closed the chat window.
Then, her online avatar started blinking again. It was a message from HRTL. Mirabella was beginning to think this person practically lived online since she always seemed to bump into them whenever she logged in. She opened the chat.
CoolAutumnBreeze: “Can’t believe someone actually took your gig.”
CoolAutumnBreeze: “The guys at the medical base are losing it, trying to hunt you down.”
Mirabella just typed back a quick “Oh.”
CoolAutumnBreeze: “…You don’t seem worried at all.”
BaldBaby: “Why should I be? I didn’t blow up their base.”
CoolAutumnBreeze: “Wasn’t it your hired hand?”
BaldBaby: “Well, they'd have to find me first.”
Hartlee, reading this on the other end, felt his worries start to fade. He'd forgotten that this person had a top-notch hacker cleaning up after them. Finding them would be a miracle.
“But still, you should be cautious, Phantom. The medical group’s full of nutcases. You messed with their new gear; they won’t let this slide,” he advised seriously after a pause.
Mirabella crossed her legs, quickly typing back, “Got it, thanks.”
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