A Picnic with a Flourish.

“Suddenly, I am popular!” Celeste pulled up her holo-display listing two new messages. Leaning back on the sofa sipping her early morning coffee, she reached up with her free hand gesturing to decrypt and read the first message:

<#!== PRIVATE MESSAGE KEY: CLJ2LZJFJR7RN7TCLPCN ==>
Omni onto me.
Big bruiser trailing me.
Data archive still safe, but not sure for how long.
New price due to risk: 50,000 ISO
Will tell location and decryption keys if you pay.

“Pshh, amateur,” Celeste rolled her eyes as she gestured the next message into the display.

<#!== PRIVATE MESSAGE KEY: NJ3WDP3QMQCE9E69H92C ==>
Celeste,

Meet me at Cloudspire, tomorrow, one o’clock?
Have something for you.

Titus.

“Oh, oui-oui!” Celeste sat upright and smiled. She checked the date and time on Titus’s message. “He sent this last night? So he means to meet today? Mon Dieu, he could learn to communicate better, that man.”

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