"Another 404 cultist splattering paint here in Goaxing."<br/><br/>That was what Valerie posted on her favorite board's 'random stuff' thread. She had heard about Abacus404 of course, but only really after she came to the Dreg. Up in the Heart Abacus404 had just been a flavour of the month for the news network, which was ages for the modern media for a single event but like every other bit of news, transient and old news once you can't sell it anymore. There were folks here in the Dreg who practically worshipped the guy and while Valerie could care less, it wasn't by much. Inside job, SecurityNet guy tired of his bosses. Solved, simple as that. The only thing that made him so big and legendary was the mystery.<br/><br/>Valerie ignored a few hate messages popping in her inbox, returning to coasting through Goaxing's Traffic Control network while reading new topics and browsing silly cat pictures. A few moments later, her proximity alarm going off made Valerie jack out as fast as she could to return firmly to reality. The alert about her heartpace being too quick only vanishing after she recognized Kal as the one approaching her.<i>"Kal?"</i>She said while lowering the hand she had raised in alert. She shook her head a little as he checked on her.<i>"Pas de personne, pas de problèmes."</i><br/><br/><br/><br/>A frown crested her brow as someone she didn't recognize followed Kal over to her. Must be the fellow that Kal scraped up from the barrel's bottom if the state of his overcoat was any clue. He was tall, fit, and had a sort of air of attitude in his movements that felt familiar, but not familiar enough for Valerie to recognize it. If pressed she'd say he looked handsome, but she was a poor source of reference for that type of thing.<i>"Wheels? Gun guy? Seriously?" </i>Valerie laughed softly as Darion got his first taste of the wheelchair-bound girl's pleasantly french accent.<i>"D'accord. Bleu, Blue. Pleasure meeting you mister gun guy. Lets get on with business?"</i><br/><br/>Her wheelchair turned and rolled after Kal, Valerie didn't pay the mercenary much heed aside from making sure the battery of her shock plug was full of charge. She shrugged a little when Kal stopped in his tracks to quiz her about her deck.<i> "I got everything I need with me, though the rig at home's more powerful. But if it's a quick pick-up job I shouldn't have much trouble." </i>Most of Val's hardware was either in her skull, or cleverly hidden and stored away in her wheelchair. Her Deck was probably amongst the most top-notch pieces of gear people in the dreg could get her hands on. The debt it put her in led to her meeting Kal in the first place, but good gear was worth a good price. No sense in struggling with a trash Deck, this sleek baby would get her out of the Dreg within her lifetime. Well. That was the plan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>