Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191116230823/@comment-3293219-20191125003851

"I convinced the guy hunting him that he was dead... The only two who know are myself, Pinkerton, some lady in the Railroad and... I guess you." Denis shrugged as he drew something from his pocket.

"I have his Synth... Chip thing as a souvenir." he admitted, placing it between them.