But my fingers type a different reply.
CyberGhost: What do you have in mind?
MaskedMarauder: Heard about a new crypto platform last night
MaskedMarauder: They’re looking for people to write some code
CyberGhost: What type of code?
MaskedMarauder: Back-end
MaskedMarauder: Bookkeeping stuff
CyberGhost: Everyone else is in?
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CyberGhost: Mask?
CyberGhost: The others are ready to raid?
MaskedMarauder: Those mofos can’t code to save their fucking lives
MaskedMarauder: You and I can do this on the side
The Red Cap Raiders are a team. We each bring skills to the table.
But Iamthe best coder. And Mask brings the best targets to the group. We’ve never asked for an extra cut, never taken an extra dip, even when we’ve done three quarters of the work.
After too long a pause, I finally type back.
CyberGhost: Does this coin have a name?
MaskedMarauder: NightSaber
StarCoin. Mask’s unnamed bookie. Now, NightSaber. Three targets to hit with new campaigns.
This isn’t the way Red Cap works. We choose a single goal and work on it until we win. We work together, all five of us.
But we didn’t win last time, with Banque Wagner. We haven’t won in months. My bank account is empty, making me evenmoredependent on Wolf.
MaskedMarauder: Ghost? You there?
I type before I think too much.
CyberGhost: I’m here
And then:
CyberGhost: I’m in
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