Grunyon whispers to Ace, "Damn fine driving, today. You're wasted behind that desk." Then he gets a sly glint in is eye. "Although, if you still have access, maybe you could check to see if her account is, oh, I dunno ... paid up, or something?"
Snag that server I mentioned earlier, and nudge him/her to actually deliver that drink I ordered for my chummer the troll ... now over there at the bar.
... wait until Shadow Systems posts his response, so that I can follow-up with the next step of the master plan. (insert moustache twirling, here.)
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