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A warm stench invaded Jake's nose as he gazed into the foreboding alley-way. He was meeting Kale, a blue-skinned junkie who, despite his generally terrible reputation, slipped Jake good intel every now and then.
Cursing himself for getting into this mess, he stepped forward.
A few garbage bags and a bug infestation later, he found him, drunk as an off-duty DBD officer. The blue-skin was slouched over several empty Bug Beer bottles, and, despite the surrounding filth Jake found him in, was sporting a surprisingly clean formal jacket.
Kale greeted Jake's arrival by decorating the cement with a fresh dose of spit. "Who is it?," he asked, only half caring.
"It's 0141," Jake replied, using his code name. "We need to talk."