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Roman looked down at his scroll and made sure the call had ended before he tossed it aside. He slumped back on the couch with a sigh, smirking a little when a cigar was pushed into his vision. "You're a lifesaver, Neo," he said, taking and lighting it.

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Neo, the smart ass, patted his leg condescendingly. Only she could have gotten away with it, and not only because she was dangerous in her own right.