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[soulcontracts]

Horst Cabal has left Adstringendum - for those who weren't aware.

[The reality of it hadn't set in until that morning.]

Perhaps the rest of you will believe me now when I tell you what a worthless waste of a body he was.

[Private to Jack:]

Do you still have that gun? I'd rather like to shoot something right now.

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[jackedthename]

I always have a gun. [...Which could be read as innuendo or just a statement of fact, really.] We can do that.

[A pause.] I'm sorry about Horst.

[soulcontracts]

There's nothing to be sorry for.

[His voice is clipped, irritated, like a cat that's been rubbed too hard the wrong way.]

I'd like to borrow the gun. I won't waste more than a bullet or two.

[jackedthename]

That's not going to change the fact that I'm sorry.

[His is, too, but less irritated and more detached, really.]

Mmn, I suppose. Give it back, though, I doubt I could find a Walther around here again.

[soulcontracts]

I hardly plan on keeping it. I've got my own gun, and I prefer it over anything else here. I'm just lacking ammo.

[Private:]

Underground, later this week.

[jackedthename]

Alright, come by the house, then. (x,y)

[Private]

Excellent. Just give me a date and I'll let the others know.

[soulcontracts]

[Johannes ends the feed immediately. He'll simply resume the conversation when he gets there, and with a soft huff, knocks on the door.]

[jackedthename]

[And Jack opens it, after a few minutes to get down the stairs and all that.]

Hello there.

[soulcontracts]

[Johannes simply holds a hand out, asking for the gun.]

I'm aiming for Thursday.

[jackedthename]

[Jack pulls said gun out of his pocket and hands it over, then.]

Lovely. Let me know if there are any changes.

[soulcontracts]

The plans will only change if I'm dead or gone from Adstring. Either way, I'm sure you'll find out.

[jackedthename]

Undoubtedly.