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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?