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It had been a late night, but that didn't faze Jondy. She had stayed right through until sunrise, cleaning and prepping the bar for the next day. Sleep wasn't something she was that familiar with - not because of any heavy, oh-I'm-so-tortured nightmares or any junk like that... no, Jondy didn't sleep because she just wasn't programmed to. Shark DNA or something like that. Whatever. Just meant she got paid more.

Now it was later in the day and Jondy was at an empty table, swiftly rolling silverware. A cigarette dangled out of the corner of her mouth as she worked, fingers deftly turning the paper napkins and tucking the corners where they were needed. This was mindless work, but it was almost therapeutic; like assembling and disassembling a rifle back at Manticore. Not that she tried to think about that place very often or anything. She didn't. She'd moved on. Life was tough out here and you didn't have time to get sentimental about being raised a mutant solider.

Once she finished the silverware, Jondy leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, the two front legs leaving the floor as she propped her feet up on the table before her.

"Do not attempt to adjust your sets. This is a streaming freedom-"

Jondy's gaze lifted to the television tucked in the corner of the wall above the bar and frowned. Her attention began to drift until she realized Eyes Only was talking about... her? The legs to her chair hit the floor again with a loud thwack and her blue eyes widened as she listened to the feed. Taking in the info, Jondy didn't say a word. She quickly rose and, after emptying the cash drawer without a second thought, hit the road.

So much for life here in San Francisco. Her only pause was to drop a call to a set number at a pay phone just past the city limits: Zack wanted them gone and she was confirming that was exactly what she was: gone.

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