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[heisenbitch]

[ It's Jesse's turn for his brows to shoot up. He's sipping his drink, though that's quickly placed back on the table while he swallows, and he, too, leans forward, elbows propping on the table so he can lean in even further.

He, too, lowers his voice. Curious as all hell now. ]

For real? Hidden, like, completely from the government? Like a dark web kinda thing or something?

[d33tached]

As far as I know. At the very least, that's the information that you gave me on the matter.

I've yet to utilize it myself, but I have seen others do so. Posts through the mirror net appear to be visible from the normal network, though only those with access can make those posts.

[heisenbitch]

I... [ Huh? ] Visible through the normal network only to those who have access to the mirror network? Is that what you mean?

[d33tached]

[The man shakes his head.]

All ImPorts can see posts made through the network. Not all can actually create them.

[heisenbitch]

...How is that hidden from the government if it everyone can see 'em? Means the government can see 'em, too, if that's case, doesn't it? [ Unless... ] Unless you mean the government just can't tell who created 'em?

[d33tached]

I'm only giving you what information you gave me, Jesse.

As far as I have been told, these posts are somehow hidden from the eyes of the government.

[He waves his hand a bit.]

As I've said, I've yet to utilize the network myself, but you might look into it yourself should the occasion arise which you might find it useful.

[heisenbitch]

[ Well, it's useful information, that's for sure. Jesse's elbow prop onto the table and he wearily rubs his face, though. God, to think he was once a guy at the top of the criminal world here - a Star in the Constellation, the guy who knew everything and everyone. The guy who had all the inside information. And now he's just a chump trying to navigate through all this shit, trying to relearn the footsteps of his old self, trying not to step in the wrong direction or make a wrong move, lest he accidentally outs himself for something he has no actual clue about.

Luckily, that's when the pizza arrives. The waitress appears at their table with a huge pizza on a wooden slate, smothered in a criminal amount of cheese and bacon. Jesse quickly sits back with his hands dropping to his lap, flashing a perfunctory smile of thanks up at her. When she leaves, Jesse's attention sets onto D33. ]

Well. Guess I got some digging to do. Thanks, man, for the info. Dig in, man. [ A hand waved at the pizza, which smells incredible. He leans forward, though, elbows resting on the table again. ] Gotta ask, though... That was literally the only time we talked? Like, me helping you with the mirrornet thing or whatever?