"Vic, it's been a little while. Has Agent showed up yet?"
He finally asked, lifting up the Scanner so he could properly look at the others.
"Where the fuck is he?"
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⠀⠀ he was .. only halfway interested , honestly . it sounded like fighting someone with extra steps ; though the revival mechanic did pique his interest — for obvious reasons . he'd have to keep that in mind .
occasionally glancing over their -
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He gave a thumbs up before just letting himself be immersed in the memories. It was like a way to remind himself why he was here and how far he had come.
Outside the techs were telling Victim about what the guys studying the Minecraft icon were doing, 'PvP' they called it.
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⠀⠀ “ understood . see you on the other side , then . ”
( and with that , they hold the rewind button down — recording memories so mundane as grabbing a drink , to the memories so profound as their first meeting . they'd cut out the fluff in editing . )
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"Good, I'd rather not be trapped in here."
He says while forming a line segmant tool using his toolbars. There were a few mobs nearby and he wasn't letting any of them near him or his way out.
"Fine. Don't tell me."
He says, stepping a bit closer.
"We'll just go through all your seized equipment and figure it out ourselves...or you can cooperate with me and my client."
"Any memories involving my home or any of our more sensitive projects like the Creative Cloud icon."
He replied.
"Other than that, everything is working as intended."
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⠀⠀ “ very well , then . let me know if you want anything left out . ”
( adjusting his gloves , he steps out to rewind the other's memory display . sometimes he questioned if such things were ethical — but then again , morals are for spineless snobs . )