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Okay, I'm hacking.

While the man is dying, the woman runs away. I've seen this somewhere before.

Here's a glimpse of the Lord of Death.

Well, I'm hacking.

The code has been updated, give me the numbers...

Zuter stepped aside to the opposite door (presumably, the one they had entered through initially) and raised his hands. Although, in reality, he was ready to use the teleporter to escape at any moment: a neural interface is a convenient tool for all sorts of unexpected tricks.
-- Well, you got me. You can kill me or tie me up and display me later as a modest trophy. Even in the second case, I won't be offended. Really! Well, maybe just a little.

3657 <ahri the best>

Yeah, and after three attempts, it turns out the code was 1234.)

Whatever.

3657

6435

While the wounded Zuthar distracted the soldiers with his chatter, Mara gathered her remaining belongings and hurried to Iren.

6435

5463

While Ayren was fiddling with the code lock, Mara tried to contact John: - John, we've gotten ourselves into a bit of a mess. Those guys in Erathian armor were capturing women to sell to wealthy perverts. Let's just say we didn't exactly see eye to eye. We've now sabotaged their operation and are trying to escape from their base, the one with that strange signal in the mountains. I think we should pass these coordinates and information about these guys to the Northern Frontier. Can you arrange that?

Maybe they should announce it to everyone, so that... you know, Ples. But maybe. If they're all virgins over there, it won't work.)