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### A Meeting on Miranda
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It was three hours ago that Iris opened the mail slot of her modest-sized apartment and found the communocard left there. No sender attached, but holding it to her port, she opened the text document it contained and read the instructions to meet with Cerise at Club 7, a large diner on the lower levels of Miranda. Vexxed immediately, Iris winced. Miranda is a lawless haven governed by a local Network enforcement team. It is a no-man's land without any Empire or Control representation. What happens on Miranda, stays on Miranda. This calls into question the nature of this meeting and its level of danger. Well, no time for that concern, she has to run to make the meeting on time.
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@ It was three hours ago that Iris opened the mail slot of her modest-sized apartment and found the communocard left there. No sender attached, but holding it to her port, she opened the text document it contained and read the instructions to meet with Cerise at Club 7, a large diner on the lower levels of Miranda. Vexxed immediately, Iris winced. Miranda is a lawless haven governed by a local Network enforcement team. It is a no-man's land without any Empire or Control representation. What happens on Miranda, stays on Miranda. This calls into question the nature of this meeting and its level of danger. Well, no time for that concern, she has to run to make the meeting on time.
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After taking an Otto-1 SUV for transit and finally making way to Club 7, she spots her meeting target, Cerise, sitting alone at a small table in the corner. Cerise is a tall, slender woman of undetermined age, with no small measure of beauty. Iris nods her way and sends a 'Net pop notification to Cerise of her arrival, and sits down across the table from her without words. She takes a moment to scan the people she can see in the large venue, noting not much of interest. Mostly just the normal haven populace going about their business, a few Network operatives she knows having a meal or a drink, etc.
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@ After taking an Otto-1 SUV for transit and finally making way to Club 7, she spots her meeting target, Cerise, sitting alone at a small table in the corner. Cerise is a tall, slender woman of undetermined age, with no small measure of beauty. Iris nods her way and sends a 'Net pop notification to Cerise of her arrival, and sits down across the table from her without words. She takes a moment to scan the people she can see in the large venue, noting not much of interest. Mostly just the normal haven populace going about their business, a few Network operatives she knows having a meal or a drink, etc.
