You are inside a bar this evening, bathed in neon light, waiting for a contact person, you are planning to meet. You have built up quite a reputation as hacker during the past months, who gets jobs done quickly, clean and without asking too much. As you sip your drink, suddenly a man sits down in front of you, middle-aged, giving you a close and determinate look. His voice is sharp I'm Vorrin, and you wait for me, no job though. I'm here to do something for you
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