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I secured the databook and gave him his head. While he turned the air blue I leant against the container wall and skimmed the contents of the chip.<br><br>
 
I secured the databook and gave him his head. While he turned the air blue I leant against the container wall and skimmed the contents of the chip.<br><br>
  
''Hmm... Encrypted, obviously. But why are some words coming through?'' I slid down the wall to sit and started going over the material again, trying to suss out the code. It was slow going since my attention was divided between what I had in my lap and Joshua striding back in forth in front of me, and the occasional swear would strike my ear as intriguing. ''How many languages does he actually know?'' I made a mental note of some of the more interesting ones to ask about later, and turned back to the chip.<br><br>
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''Hmm... Encrypted, obviously.'' But why are some words coming through? I slid down the wall to sit and started going over the material again, trying to suss out the code. It was slow going since my attention was divided between what I had in my lap and Joshua striding back in forth in front of me, and the occasional swear would strike my ear as intriguing. ''How many languages does he actually know?'' I made a mental note of some of the more interesting ones to ask about later, and turned back to the chip.<br><br>
  
 
Joshua swore, I scanned, and time passed.  I looked up when he settled on the deck beside me, a little sweaty from working off his steam but calmer than when he’d started.<br><br>
 
Joshua swore, I scanned, and time passed.  I looked up when he settled on the deck beside me, a little sweaty from working off his steam but calmer than when he’d started.<br><br>

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