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"You have it?" he whispered to the bartender, a man whose skin was more chrome than flesh. The bartender slid a glass of amber liquid toward him
Jax didn’t hesitate. He fished the drive out, ignoring the sting of the alcohol on his fingertips, and slotted it into the port behind his ear. The world around him dissolved. blackened memory drive. "The full