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Recipient: Lazzie
Sender: Jack "Gambler" Montes
Subject: Unironic and genuine advice
Location: Liberty

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An almost idle sense of speechless surprise briefly overtook Montes.

Huh...

A kill order... over the augs? For... you?

That's...

The Gambler pinched his eyebrows as his gaze turned downwards momentarily, letting out a sigh of what might almost come across as disappointment.

Section Eight always did set the bar low, but wow. That just seems like a colossal waste of time and energy.

Wait, I'm talking about Section Eight here; everything we ever had to deal with that involved them was a colossal waste of time, energy, and general fucking brain cells.

The Gambler shakes his head before chuckling slightly.

Well, 'aight kid, listen up 'cause now you're gonna' need these pearls of Rogue wisdom. You wanna' survive this, first things first. Ditch that damn Falchion; that thing screams ex-Technocrat to even the most blind bastard going. Secondly, ditch it somewhere away from where you wanna' lie low. This part may be tricky and require a collaborator to either have a new ship ready for you or to provide transport to wherever you wanna' lie low. I hope you got someone you trust in the area that those spooks don't know about or have eyes on.

Now, to get onto a more considerable detail, you are probably going to want to consider faking your death or, at the very least, burying the Lazurith callsign. I apologize if this sounds too common sense, but I did want to highlight this, considering that you kept it the last two times you walked away from the Technocracy.

I know this next part will be hard for you, but it's essential to your own survival. I don't know if you can trust anyone from your old life right now, not unless you've been through hell and back with them and they've always backed you no matter what and that you've always been able to trust with each and every one of your secrets. I don't know; maybe you have someone who fits that criteria, or perhaps you don't; it's rare to find it, and even rarer that you can recognize it.

But that means you don't get to be the happy, outgoing, and willing to talk to any and every one type of guy anymore. First of all, that's not lying low; secondly, this is the part you should be paying attention to. Anyone you might grow close to will become a target, and that will put them in the line of fire. So you're gonna need to learn how to lie, and how to lie damn fucking well.

As good as me even.

But now, since by this point you're probably sitting there slack-jawed in confusion about why I'm even doing this, I'll save us both that entire chat about why with this simple answer. Fuck Section Eight. The techno-freak moniker was never about the augs; it was about the delusion and insanity of Raven and Jau that ran unchecked. After all, if the augs were the problem, I'd love to see the faces of those spook bastards if they ever saw Fuze or Cyclops.

Now let me know if there is anything you need clarification on or if you have other questions about how you survive as a man with a price on his head, kid. That's something me and mine know quite a bit about, and like I said... fuck Section Eight. I'm actually rooting for you here, so don't go letting me down, yeah?

~ Gambler

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