Austin Goodmen.

[Wolfs Ghost]

Looking over at the flashing dot, Austin shuddered at the sudden moment of dejavu that washed over him. He shook his head, knowing that it was probably nothing more but an incoming message from the Lane Hackers, after all, they were the last organization to receive a transmission strictly from him.

Life hasn't been the same since his years in virtual solitude, at least, that was what he considered it as. The light continued to flash on his display, and he, himself, continued staring straight at it. Of course, knowing his curiosity as of late, he pressed the button, and that cold chill ran down his spine.

So, she's still alive..I was wondering what happened to her. Hesitantly he reached for the communications, clearing his throat, and shaking away the slight fear that befell him.

<div align="right]Location: New York


"Well. I apparently didn't strip that much away from you. Unless you're still naked and horribly ugly. So, if I won the war, does this mean you're coming back to start a new one? I doubt you want to chit-chat with me while having tea, crumpets, and a fun night at the carnival. Like, fair people would. Heard your non-dying father ran off to the join 'em too. Maybe he isn't dead after all.

Well, that's about it. Oh, one more thing before I return to ignoring your futile and abject life, if there is going to be anything between us, it'll be a bullet, in your skull. Toodles, dear."

He winks playfully to the camera, before reaching over and shutting off the communication channel.

[Transmission Terminated]

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