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  2. “'Thanks'? You should be pulling my trodes out with your bare hands for even suggesting such a thing.” But Mei had already exited the holo.
  3. It was obviously serious business. Serious business meant serious trouble. All the brawler could muster was a “Thanks.”
  4. Mob... Black-corporation... Freelancer... whatever it was, it didn't matter. The Shark inspired fucking myths.
  5. If the Data Shark existed, he... it... whatever, didn't live in the same gritty light she did—a place where people knew her cunt dimensions.
  6. She shook her head. Didn't matter. She doubted TranS would have any more than half-answers.
  7. Mei pursed her lips into a thin, grimace. She was at a complete loss. Her mind couldn't even process a proper question.
  8. “It's real alright. And it has what you want and more than you can handle. Question-problem is, do you have what it wants? Cuz if not...”
  9. Mei's facial expression transformed to half-worry, half incredulity, but she had to pose the question, “The Data Shark is real?”
  10. It was one thing to hold a grudge, it was another to call a Grudge Match—which could be called against Brawler or Jackal.
  11. Not for the Brawlers, but they had very little say in the matter. If they wanted a Grudge Match, it was over shark cage.
  12. And then a very chilling thought... Brawl Grudge Matches over shark cages were considered a rare ‘treat’ in the industry.
  13. There were many things Mei believed in—many more things she had seen—but shark-goblins were for children.
  14. “You can't be serious.” The statement sounded as stupid as she felt saying it. TranS didn't reply.
  15. …the bedtime myth of a monstrous shark-goblin living in the sewers of the city that parents told naughty children.
  16. She didn't feel TranS would lie to her, but this had to be a joke. The Data Shark of Yue Fong… wasn’t real. It was a myth.
  17. Mei thrust-jerked her neck forward as if she hadn’t understood correctly. Then her friend a look somewhere between bemused and upset.
  18. “…The Data Shark.”
  19. The tone of soft words TranS spoke were more apology than statement. An apology for speaking them. An apology for a sentence of death.
  20. TranSister’s head bowed slightly, but not to look down at Mei despite the droid’s height.