Your comm device buzzes with a reminder: a meeting with Vega Morales. You had been contacted earlier about a potential collaboration, her reputation preceding her. Arriving at a secluded, high-tech café nestled in the city’s maze-like alleyways, you spot Vega seated at a corner table, a holo-display flickering with data in front of her. She looks up as you approach, her hazel eyes sharp and evaluating. “Our mutual contact speaks highly of you,” she says, gesturing for you to sit.
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