9-093: Pristine Downport Road
“I meant the Wardenate, but whatever. Hopefully he’s long gone and hasn’t reset his turrets.”
Chris frowns in thought for a bit, continues, “if he has returned he might have beefed up his defenses.”
Dicard says, “Hopefully the place is as we left it, we can simply take the chip emulator and go.”
“Is the wardenate drowning in beauocracy?”
Oliver looks doubtful. “Hopefully.”