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[But perhaps not. As ways to exit the scene gracefully, Myoh had thought she'd done pretty well. It was smooth, and done in the wee hours of the night--several hundred corporate accounts, drained in amounts that would be blamed on the bank's errors, funneled all to her. A couple full ebony credsticks left on the kitchen table, and the lease paid for the next year, a simple note of thanks, and she was gone. Out of the shadows, and out of the slums.

It's been nearly a year. Sure, going legit has been boring, but she invested wisely and has enough money to never have to work for anyone, ever again, so the days were spent building more and more terrifying machines. She rarely ever sold the designs, but the ones she did sent the markets into a tizzy. The place she lived wasn't secret, but the drones that guarded it would destroy just about any intruder short of an army or a dragon.

Or one man she'd left programming in not to attack. The place itself isn't super ostentatious in design, but it's definitely spacious--turns out a girl who's lived in glorified closets most of her life goes for a place with more room than she can figure out how to use.

If she's expecting anyone to have come looking for her, it certainly doesn't show.]