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Elliot had heard a lot of things about X Company. He hadn't been sure about getting in bed with them at first. It'd caused more than a few arguments among his own group when they'd discussed it. The final decision had been up to him and together they'd started hatching out a plot. The first step was to erase debt, level the playing field for everyone.

The thing that Elliot knew, was that many facets had to be addressed in person. As much as he hated it. So he had set up a meet and being that he was the leader of the small band of societal rejects and rebels he went to meet their contact. Why was it a coffee shop? The coffee was lousy and he couldn't smoke in here. It wasn't even one of the shops with good wifi.

He had his laptop out anyway. It was mostly too look busy. To keep anyone from talking to him in case the black hood over his head wasn't enough.

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Elliot tensed when suddenly there was a person in front of him. He hadn't really been looking around. He'd been paying attention to his laptop and the other's approach and subsequent sitting had been much quieter than he'd anticipated.

He looked over him and then gave a shrug at the explanation. "Doesn't matter to me as long as this gets settled," Elliot said simply. If they were serious about this it didn't matter if the lowliest peon had been sent things would get to where they were supposed to go.

Elliot's hand reluctantly lifted to pull down his hood now that the other was there, though, rubbing his fingers over his head. Some semblance of being a polite person peeking through.

"I'm Elliot." First name only. Anything more would be offering too much on a silver platter.