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Tactical Hacker

Created Sunday 28 April 2019

> Incoming
[Tactical hacker] leveled his gazed to his main monitor. All right. Here we go. He meshed his fingers and pushed his hands forward, inverting his elbows and cracking every knuckle he had. He inhaled deeply, steadied his hands on his chair's armrests, and pushed himself up. He turned and walked briskly away.
> Hey!? Where are you going?
> I'm leaving.
> Excuse me?
> You see what they'r throwing at us? I'm not wasting what I've got on that.

Tactical retreats

Before battle, they dreing the sweat of their fathers. (For me, it's serano) (And, yes, it is a coincidence that this follows that. Not the greatest right before the third infusion of a rare tea.)