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Patrick shook himself as the Daze left him, and he gave a quick look around to orient himself. They had appeared in a small alley in Tychoville, right outside the boulevard proper -- good, tight placement from the InClock Controllers. Briefing had told them they were only going about a year upstream, and it seemed the city hadn't changed much since Patrick had last vacationed here. It was nice to wear normal clothing for a mission instead of some uncomfortable in-period native dress for the locus.

His partner on his mission, his own brother, holstered his pistol. "He's got an office in the main complex. This shouldn't be hard," Dwayne commented.

"He might be expecting us," Patrick said, shaking his head in disagreement. "Let's be careful, he's dangerous and imbalanced. Follow me."

They walked out onto the street and merged with the pedestrians seamlessly as they headed towards their quarry.

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