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[Broke into your home. So what?]

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Interesting. Very interesting. [He pushes away from the wall and rests a hand on the PASIV, flashing her a brittle, cold smile.] Tell me. Drugs? [Though he knows it's not.] How disappointing. I find them terribly boring. [An utter lie.] Really, I'd thought you were cleverer than that. [He's banking on her wanting to correct him so much that she lets some of the real truth slip.]

[chesstotem]

Yeah, I'm such a junkie. [Her impulse to grab for the can of mace in her satchel is quelled, and she just pulls the bag up onto the bed, then flashes him her wrist - there's a tiny little welt of blood from where she'd just been hooked up, but otherwise it's basically clear of any marks.] You wanna tell me why the hell you broke into my apartment? [Frankly, he's lucky Arthur isn't here. Arthur would've shot first and asked questions later, especially after his hotel room had been broken into last week.]

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Curiosity. Alright, let's be straight with eachother, shall we?

[He crosses the room to lay a hand on the PASIV device.] Lucid dreaming. A whole new crime that's not even exactly illegal, a whole new underworld, a whole new subject to explore. Give me the details. Name your price. I'm not asking anything untoward.

[chesstotem]

[She purses her lips, then checks her watch.] Fine, but I don't need your money. [She tosses him a vial of the drug.] It's Somnacin. The real stuff, not cut with anything else or an off-label knockoff. It enables the shared dream state, through the device. [She indicates the PASIV.]

Look, I don't know everything about it, I just design the dreams. I know it was originally developed for military use, but like everything else the military tries to keep to itself, it got out onto the black market.