Those privy-pigs they hired don’t fuck around.” Jason closed the door to his apartment behind him and moved toward the deep, unfamiliar voice. Standing on the sidewalk with his back against the wall was Jason’s friend Seito, who was on a vid-call with someone on his tablet. “Did things get bad in New York?” Seito asked the person on the tablet screen. “Nah, nobody died,” the deep voice said. “Those pussy privy-cops just roughed a few people up and tried to tear gas us or something. But, no shit, the gas bombs were all duds. Every one of ’em!” The voice laughed, long and rumbling. “They started firing rounds into the air, though, so everyone scattered.” “Crazy, man, the same thing happened up in San Fran, I heard.” Seito looked up as Jason approached and waved him over. “Me and Joans stayed home in San Jose. Not much went on here.” ‘Joans’ was the nickname Jason used to go by among his friends, and if nicknames were being used the man Seito was talking to must be a member of the Anti-Corp movement.
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