Alright everyone here is chapter 5! Enter Panam Palmer. I had to take a moment to re-play the game and get myself back into the groove. I wasn't mad about the last chapter but it felt…off. Anywho! Here we go!

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1938 Hours, Sunset Motel Bar - V's POV

V raised an eyebrow while she took a drink of her beer. A lazy eye peering at Panam out of the corner of her eye. Something didn't add up for V, she didn' like it. "You aren't who I talked to. Who sent you? V tilted her head, looking Panam up and down. V had lived in Night City her whole life. She knew a Nomad when she saw one. They were dirty. Not covered in garbage, but old oil stains and other mechanical kind of smudges that stained their clothing a bit. Nomad clothing always had that look of being out in the dust even when they were cleaned. Came with living in the desert. They don't usually get involved in jobs like this one. Nomads do big moves; smuggling, caravan hits, something that bangs for their buck. This didn't add up in V's head.

"Fixer by the name of Rogue sent me." Panam held her hand up, palm open, in a sort of 'take it or leave it' kind of way. "I'm fully capable of doing what needs done, if that's your concern." Panam looked at V like that much should be obvious.

V grunted softly, she knew of Rogue Amendiaries. She was always involved with the biggest game in town. This didn't sit right, but it was V's own fault. She didn't ask who she would be meeting, or the name of the contact. She assumed she'd be meeting the contact. In her mind the less middle men the better, but clearly she was wrong. V stood up, making her way towards the door, pulling out her phone. She would call the contact and find out if Rogue sent her. She had to be sure she wasn't made. Even if Rogue was given this job, she was a big fish and big fish had motives she couldn't fathom.

She heard an exasperated sigh and then heavy footfalls approaching from behind her. V turned so her body was half facing Panam, widened her stance and tucked her chin. Her left hand, the one closest to Panam, balled into a tight fist. V dead locked her eyes on Panam's. V could hear the noise of her own teeth grinding as she clenched her jaw, ready for this to go sideways. After everything she's had to deal with today, she was on edge. Way too many loose ends and possibility of a double cross for her liking in something this big.

Panam immediately stopped short, holding both her hands up, palms open. She was looking at V like she was a cyber-psycho or something. "Wow wow wow. Holy hell, calm the fuck down. Look, let's go downstairs and talk this out alright? You can call whoever you want-" Panam genstured with her chin and looked at the phone in V's right hand. "-but I need this job. It's a lot of Eddies and-" Panam begrudgingly sighed, "-and I need them. Badly, ok? Besides.. You need help? Professional, confidential help? You wont find better than me." Panam's brow furrowed in determination. V couldn't tell if that annoyed part of Panam's voice was situational or constant.

V scoffed, her eyes rolling a bit to the side, "Yeah, sure. Haven't heard that before." V sighed, walked outside and down the stairs to her Javelina. Thankfully the parking lot had emptied and where she was parked was relatively secluded now. Well, no evesdroppers anyway. V did not like that there was a middle man in the first place. Angrier still that she had so little control right now. She leaned against her car, tension in her shoulders building when she saw Panam stomping down the stairs and walking, determined and dead panned towards V. She dialed the contact number.

The line rang a few times before the familiar pink haired person appeared in the corner of V's vision.

"Why are you calling?" The voice was indifferent, and maybe mildly annoyed. V had had enough of everything. Between covering up Celeste and Jackie's trail, Evelyn ghosting, trying to figure out how and if she should hunt Evelyn down, the risk factor her ghosting poses and then this whole middle man thing via Rogue, she was over everything and starting to lose her grip on her own tension.

"Who is this you sent me? A fuckin middle man? I don't need no loose ends here, alright? Got enough of 'em I'm already workin' to tie up. Shoot straight and tell me what's goin' on. Did you get Rogue Amendiaries to send this merc?" V was not pulling punches with her tone. Risky? Yes. But she had to put her foot down and hold her ground. She was in a fight with bigger dogs, and she had to show she wasn't afraid to bark too. If she was wrong and this backfired.. Well, she'd figure it out somehow.

Panam had arrived right when the call had started. Her eyes bulged when she heard V. She gestured and mouthed 'are you crazy!?' holding her hands out at V, before grabbing her own hair and pacing back and forth.

The pink haired figure just stared at V for a long moment. "Are you fuckin kiddin me?" Their eyebrow kocked up. "Alright, I'll forgive the tone this one time. I did get Rogue involved. You need my help. This is my gig from here on out. You trust the fuckin process or you find someone else. Only reason I'm not cuttin ya loose right here and now is because of Celeste. Now. Get your shit together and follow her directions, she'll know what to do. Don't fuckin call me again, unless your literally dyin'. I'll call you." The line cut.

"Fuck." V was pissed but refused to show it in front of this chick. She took a moment and a breath, leveling her eyes at Panam as she exhaled. She was getting frayed at the edges, the stress of it all was too personal, she had to get herself together, "Alright then. Looks like you are who I'm supposed to be working with."

"Yeah, pretty sure I said that in the beginning! You shit for brains all the time?" Panam crossed her arms, popping her hip to one side, "Now, you ready to hear the plan, or you got any questions?" Panam looked annoyed, but a little more at ease now that things seemed to be moving forward in a way that involved her keeping her gig.

"Yeah. So ya did. Can't blame me for covering my bases." V crossed her arms looking over Panam, "You may be my contact but I need assurances. I need to know your motivations."

"What does that even mean? And why does that matter? Actually, why do you think I'd tell you shit? I don't know you either." Panam tilted her head, she was not gonna give in or back down easily. V respected that, but she wasn't either. Ultimately V needed Panam, but she was guessing that Panam didn't know that. V was betting on pushing Panam's naivete.

"Cuz you need these Eddies, said so yourself. If I don't trust you, this deal goes nowhere. Which means no eddies for you." V relaxed her posture. It was entirely a bluff on her end, but she was willing to gamble it. She didn't think this chick would walk away with that pull. She'd fold. V waited.

Panam was obviously exasperated but did a good job of trying to hide it. "Fine. Ask your damn questions."

"Why do you need these eddies so bad. Well, you're desperate. Clearly. But why does that mean I can trust you? Desperation can be risky. And flighty." V watched Panam. She'd use this moment to examine her body language. See if she had any tells. She already saw how she was in her body language before so she'd have a very rough comparison point. She'd be making assumptions, but she trusted her gut. V had to trust her gut in this business.

Panam tapped her foot, she was clearly contemplating a lot in her head. Then she sighed and closed her eyes. She seemed begrudgingly resigned when she opened them again. "You're stubborn as hell, ya know that? Fine. Because, alright? I'm a Nomad. Or I was. 'Cept ya can't be a Nomad without a clan. I'm on my own now. Very recently. I need eddies to get on my feet." V could tell by the way her shoulders slightly bunched that she was uncomfortable, meaning this was probably a raw truth for her. V kind of felt bad for her. Being alone and desperate was something V understood. It sucked.

"Why not take an easier job, more routine? Why this one?" V believed her but she needed to know more. Something wasn't adding up.

"Because why do a bunch of small shit jobs when I could do one really big one and start with a nice bag?" Panam gestured like it was common sense and anyone else would agree. V exhaled, eyeing Panam. Panam was reckless, willing to put everything on the line. A gambler. V liked that, but could see the pitfalls of it too.

"Alright. Let's say I believe you on that." V looked down her nose at her boot, clearing her throat. "But if you're so new in town, that means ya ain't got a name for yourself yet. Who's your fixer?" She looked back up at Panam, her eyes carrying the gravity of the next question, "Why give such a big job to such a small time, no name merc?" V could tell Panam had not considered that angle. Panam crossed her arms and V could tell she was uneasy. Panam didn't seem like she had a reply coming, "Alright, you said Rogue was your fixer?"

Panam pursed her lips. "Yeah, Rogue, lady out of Afterlife. Absolute bitch but everyone said she's the one who ran the city, so I figured I might as well go to her for work."

V knew of Rogue, she hadn't done any work for Rogue herself, but knew she dealt in all types of gigs. Rogue was the biggest fish in town, everyone knew that. V couldnt help but guffaw, Rogue taking someone without some type of rep in town was not something she'd ever heard of, "Yeah? How'd that go? When you walked in and asked her for work?"

Panam looked away, miffed, "..Had about the same reaction. Took my contact info and said she'd call me if she needed me, said I needed to lose the 'hot headed attitude' but otherwise 'could have use for a solo Nomad, maybe'. I am not hot headed." Panam set her jaw and put her hands on her hips, and she spat off to the side. Indignation breathed off of her.

V raised her eyebrows in amusement, "No, not at all. You're as level as they come." V hummed in thought, "Alright, how long exactly have you been alone? Solo from your clan?"

"'Bout a week. Why does that matter?" Panam sighed, clearly over the topic. She raised her hand as if she was throwing the topic away, like a piece of trash. She paced around a bit while V watched for a moment and thought.

V ran her thumb over her bottom lip as she stared at the ground, unsure. "I dunno. Just seems weird they're giving such a big job to you, but there must be somethin' I don't see. Whatever, I'm satisfied I can trust you. For now. Let's hear it though. The job. Where do we go from here?"

Panam sighed in relief, her shoulder dropping, "Oh finally! Thought I was gonna lose my mind with the game of twenty questions. Alright. From here we go and get your friends. I let my contact know and we'll be given coordinates. We'll take your people there and have their ID's wiped clean. Said I'd be given more info after that. That's all I know."

V didn't say it but had a feeling that meant they'd knock Panam off. She was capable enough, being a nomad, but no one knew her really. So if they knocked her off she'd just be another clan-less nomad who couldn't cut it on her own. Panam clearly didn't have the experience from Night City to see that angle. V wasn't sure if that was the play they'd make, but she also wasn't sure if she'd be on board with it come time, either. Panam was hot headed and stubborn, that much was clear, but she had a certain charm about her. V tucked the thought away for later. Mentioning it to Panam wouldn't help, not yet.

"Alright. Here's my number. Get in." V opened her car door as her number sent to Panam.

Panam scoffed, "Nah, I'll follow in my own wheels." V turned as she heard Panam walking away. She opened the door to one of the meanest Thorn trucks V had ever seen. Lifted and modified to hell, with big ass tires. But it was well done. V liked it. It had a bad ass not to be fucked with vibe to it. Was that a turret mought? V gave a quiet appreciative whistle.

"Alright. Just keep up." V turned to get into her ride.

"Hah! If I knew where we were goin' you'd have to try to drive through my dust! Consider yourself lucky, this time." Panam was smiling, and V couldn't stop her own smile as she got in her car. Now that V knew Panam was relatively harmless and most likely not a plant, she could move forward a little easier. She might even be starting to like her a tiny bit. Time would tell. V got into her Javelina, the engine roaring to life with a satisfyingly deep rumble.

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2023 Hours, No Tell Motel - V's POV

Getting Jackie and Celeste out of the Hotel was a simple thing. V parked out front, had Panam pull around the block and head to the back of the building. Technically V had a room here so if they were watching her, they'd stay posted at the front waiting for her to come back to follow her in her ride. V took the relic out of her trunk. In the flurry of today she hadn't thought of a place to take the damned thing. She thought about leaving it in her trunk, but worried that if she was followed they'd ransack her shit. She might still need it as a bargaining chip.

V went upstairs and used the secure knock they established before using her key card to open the door. Celeste was smoking in an armchair, with her pistol in hand, lazily pointed towards the door. Jackie was pacing back and forth off to the side of the room.

"Time to go." Celeste immediately got up and grabbed her bags, already ready to go beside her. Jackie did the same. V grabbed the duffle bag full of guns and eddies she left there with them in her free hand.

Surprisingly Jackie wasn't his usual talkative self. V assumed Celeste had nipped that in the bud at some point during the day. Jackie got very talkative when he was nervous, more so than usual. He'd joke and bluster and make himself seem more confident than he was. Celeste didn't seem the type to broker that kind of rambling with ease, not to V anyway.

They moved quickly, going to the stairwell, foregoing the elevator, and exited on the second floor. V hacked into a vacant room and they went down the fire escape. Panam's truck waited below. V shoved the relic case in the back with Jackie who sat behind Panam's seat. Celeste slid in next, sitting behind V.

V got in last and Panam started driving away at V's behest. She knew they needed the next location but sitting there to do it didn't seem safe. Panam drove and sent the message. Now she just had to wait for a reply.

"Hola. Name's Jackie." Jackie looked up at Panam through the rearview, a smile meeting his eyes. He seemed to be able to stay positive, even now. V knew it was mostly nerves, but he was always gonna be himself. How could he not?

Celeste gave Jackie a pointed look. "What?" He said defensively, bunching his shoulders towards his ears, the relic case held awkwardly in his hands on his lap "Not like that's gonna be my name much longer, right? Gotta get as much mileage outta that baby as I can." Jackie smiled but looked like he was hiding something in his eyes. Was he upset about his name being changed? V was about to ask but felt like it would be better if she didn't.

"Panam. Nice to meet ya." Panam greeted back, a smile in her tone. She raised her eyebrow as she eyed Celeste in the rearview. "And you must be Celeste."

"Just call me Torin. It's who I'm gonna be soon. And knowing my old name could get you killed. Best to forget it."

Panam nodded briefly, but her tone conveyed understanding, "Pleasure, Torin."

V looked over her shoulder, "Put any thought into a new name yet, Jackie boy?" She tried to keep her tone light, and not full of judgment. She knew he probably hadn't yet.

"I been tyrin' to think a something, amiga. I just.. It's weird, ya know? I've always been me. And I was part of this big thing, and all of a sudden I gotta be someone else." V could see the confliction in Jackie's eyes, though he did well to keep it off of the rest of his face.

"It's for the best, Jackie. You know that." V sighed, unable to help herself. She looked out the window as the buildings rolled by. She knew his pride was hurting but she was worried about his life, not his ego. He'd figure it out.

Silence hung thick in the cabin of the truck for a few minutes while Panam drove around, waiting for the reply. Finally she got one. Panam gave a surprised hum.

"Where is it?" Celeste asked from the back, quicker to notice Panam had gotten the coordinates than V was.

"It's just the location. Didn't expect it to be outside of town. The middle of nowhere too." Panam adjusted in her seat, flipping a turn at a light, getting on the highway headed out of town.

"They're never in the same spot for long. And if it's for a job it's a one off spot, in as remote a place as possible. Standard protocol." Celeste looked out the window.

"Standard protocol?" V looked over her shoulder, even though she couldn't actually see Celeste.

"Yep." Was all Celeste said in return. "That's what I said."

"Yeah, I heard. Just sounds like something a corpo would say, s'all I'm sayin." V raised her eyebrows in mild annoyance. There was a lot of mystery around Celeste, and she kinda wanted answers. Or did she? Maybe knowing more about her brought danger she didn't want. Oddly enough Celeste didn't respond, but she could feel a tension in the cabin now. She wasn't sure if she offended Celeste or hit her mark with what she said.

"Arch!" Jackie exclaimed, breaking the silence and drawing everyone's eyes to him. Panam thankfully didn't swerve, but jumped in her seat. "That's gonna be my new name. After that sweet bike! Slick name for a slick compadre such as myself." Jackie looked utterly pleased with himself. V rolled her eyes but couldn't help laughing. Her laughter must have been contagious because Celeste, shockingly, started laughing alongside her. Jackie laughed too, "What? I'll take your laughter as agreement."

Panam chuckled and shook her head, "Buncha gonks. The lot of you. At least you got some charm." She smiled. The rest of the drive passed in silence, but an easier silence.

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2157 Hours, Somewhere in the Desert Outside of Town - V's POV

They got there about 40 minutes ago, the pink haired contact was there, and introduced herself as Codex. Celeste and Codex exchanged a short, familiar banter, and they got straight to work.

The set up was a netrunner chair, a laptop, portable mainframe and large battery inside a long abandoned small storage building. Small, self sufficient and easy to move. V liked it.

The shelves along the walls were long since ransacked for anything valuable. Everyone's cars were pulled inside. Outside it looked as abandoned as before. Two armed guards stood just inside the roll up door, two more with them and one sat in the driver's seat of Codex's car.

Celeste went first, just to show everyone it was on the up and up. Her data banks were wiped completely in about 10 minutes. On an ocular scan she showed as no one. Which is an issue if not resolved and she gets scanned by police or Militech or anyone of note, but they were going to have a new ID in just a second.

This was serious tech. Being able to erase your entire existence from your own software on top of every database that existed would require hacking beyond V's understanding or something beyond her scope of comprehension.V's arms were crossed and she idly tapped her foot. She was slowly deciding that Celeste's history was bigger than she thought. She had ties to someone with this level of power or capability. Vik's unease about telling V about Celeste reentered her mind.

Panam stood beside her. 'Patient' isn't a word V would use to describe Panam. She couldn't stop pacing, and V could tell it took everything inside of her not to ask what was taking so long.

Jackie was next. He took a little longer. Codex explained this was because she had wiped Celeste before. Celeste already had the base programming installed in the background of her software to make it an easier process. This software had to be installed in Jackie first. The process was done in about 30 minutes and Jackie stood up, thankfully with ease, once it was done. All was well. He didn't seem off or like he had contracted a virus. V scanned Jackie and he showed as unknown on all record checks in her system and both their faces scrambled when she tried to scan them.

Next was the ID build. This was already pre built, aside from the names. Celeste would now be Torin Parker, and Jackie would be Arch Villanueva. Once Codex filled their names in they jacked the drives in and their data banks were flooded with their new identities.

Celeste immediately went to read up on her own dossier and other basic info someone should know about themselves. Jackie had to be told to do so, and was diligent in his study now, his eyes lit up as he read the holo text.

Codex paid Panam and explained the next half of her job would be to assist in transporting them with V to get their new faces at Vik's. V informed them of the safe house she had for them. Codex gave V her first and only approving nod. They would stay at the safe house a few days while their faces healed, thankfully the meds Codex provided would speed it up. Next was getting them out of town and away from Night City.

Panam was to take them to an agreed upon drop point North of the city where two cars would be waiting to take them wherever they wanted to start over. This is why a nomad was picked for the job, even if she was a green no name. No one was better at smuggling people out of the city than Nomads. And it was assumed she'd had contacts and favors to pull on to get the job done. Codex said eventually Jackie and Celeste, Arch and Torin, would be able to come back to Night City, but only once the heat of it all had died down. Codex recommended about 5 years, to play it safe. Having a solid life built somewhere else would raise less suspicion if they came back. And big wig corpo's weren't likely to let the hunt go easy either.

V mentioned Misty possibly leaving with Jackie. Celeste wasn't keen on the idea. Smuggling out two of them would be tense. Smuggling out another person could cause complications, especially if their identities were made public and a known associate of his was trying to leave town. Misty, and anyone with her would be immediately detained and questioned or worse, followed forever. Jackie was oddly silent, she wasn't sure why. He always stood up for Misty. Then it struck V. Maybe he was considering leaving her in Night City, to keep her safe. V knew if that's what he was thinking that he was probably a mess inside.

V walked over to Jackie and as soon as she put her hand on his shoulder, a single bullet ripped through said shoulder followed by a thunderous storm of bullets firing.

V's adrenaline kicked and the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her instincts kicked in and her optics immediately scanned for attackers. Five outside the main door. Four others, two on each side outside the building, circling around each side to the back of the warehouse.

V yanked Jackie behind a metal crate and he groaned in protest. "Get it together Jackie-boy. It's time to work so we can get out of here. We're halfway there." She pulled his gun out of his side holster and handed it to him. Thankfully his non-dominant shoulder side was hit. It was through the tissue but wasn't spurting blood, so hopefully it missed the artery.

Jackie clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed deep. "Let's kill these fuckers." V and Jackie pressed their foreheads for a moment before she turned and Jackie started firing from the other side of the crate.

V looked for the others. Celeste was working her way left and to the back, it seems she saw the people circling outside that V did. The armed guards Codex brought were laying down suppressive fire to the main door. Codex was a flurry of movement unhooking her laptop, mainframe and other important devices and loading it into her car. She left the chair, nothing important there, just basic hardware.

Panam. Fuck, where was Panam. V felt a chill crawling up her neck as she looked around on the ground for her body. Relief and excitement flooded through V as she saw Panam getting in her truck and arming the turret. God V really loved that truck right about now. V tapped Jackie's shoulder, "I'm handling the rear, be right back!" and zipped off between the crates behind them as Panam's turret roared to life in a hail of gunfire.

V dropped to a quick crouch and freed her mantis blades. She waited behind a crate for two of the guards to pass, keeping her breathing light and slow. Every muscle in her body was tense, her heartbeat a soft undercurrent to the noise around her. As soon as the second guard was just beyond her she grabbed his mouth and sunk her right mantis blade into his side. A crunch, a slurping shunt and resistance as it went into the muscle of the heart. V's hand was too small and she was a bit short to be able to securely cover the man's mouth so he let out a shout and bit into her left hand.

V grunted and ducked behind him as cover, his partner turned, and V expected him to unload into the body of his partner, but he didn't. He waited.

"Drop him!" The guard shouted at her. V started shuffling back with the pincushioned guard. V looked down at the shoulder patch on his uniform and her heart sank. Militech. Fuck. This was bad. She didn't know how they made them or why they were involved, Militech and Arisaka didn't get along.

Just as V finished the thought the guard realized his partner was dead and opened fire. The first two rifle rounds went right through the guards body at this proximity. One hit her arm and the other in her side. V winced and pulled her mantis blade free as she dove behind the crate. Her mantis blades folded in on themselves as she drew her gun. V scooted back on her butt as quickly as she could. She held her side trying to breathe through the pain. A rifle round was no joke, especially that close. The guard's rifle was coming around the crate, slowly. This guy knew not to rush corners, he was experienced. If she didn't move he'd have a plain target of her and she'd have a sliver of him to shoot at. V gritted through the pain and got up, she had to move, and she did, as quickly as she could. Bullets sprayed the dirt where she was. She could feel the dirt from the shot's hitting the ground kicking up onto her legs.

V went with the most simple, direct plan, the blood rushing in her ears drowning out all other sound. She circled around the crate, waited for him to be in the middle of clearing the next corner and let off a shot right into the back of the Militech guards head. He toppled face first.

V could breathe, that was a good sign, it missed the bottom of her lung. Bad news, she might have a ruptured organ. That was okay though, that's a slow death. That gives her time to kill these fucks.

Worse news, V was getting very light headed. V looked down at her arm and just noticed the blood pumping from her inner bicep. Shit. V took off her belt and cinched it as tight as she could around her upper arm, keeping the end in her mouth and pulling as tight as she could.

Celeste came around the crate, immediately dropped the sights of her gun and quickly moved up to V.

"Shit. Your hit." Celeste took a bandana from her pocket. She cinched it down over where the belt was. So tight V couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her lips.

"Fuck that hurt. Th..Thanks.." V was dewy with sweat and felt hot, her skin clammy.

"Don't mention it. Just buy me a drink later. Now let's get out of here." Celeste put herself under V's left arm and started helping her walk out. V was about to protest that she could walk on her own, but damn she was tired. So tired.

The Militech guards that tried to ambush them all lay dead. Codex and her men were rolling out of the warehouse as V got into the back of Panam's truck next to Jackie. Celeste sat up front as Panam hauled ass out of there.

V and Jackie looked at each other, pale, sweaty, covered in dirt and their own blood.

"You look like shit." Jackie looked like he was in pain, but he smiled as he held a piece of cloth to his shoulder.

"Still.. look better than.. you." V breathed and smiled weakly. She must've lost more blood in that tango around the crate than she realized. She was so, so tired.

"Stay with me, V." Jackie looked concerned and leaned closer. The relic case in the middle seat supported both of them.

V leaned her head back on the seat, all of her weight on the relic case. "Like you could.. Be rid of me that..easy." V tried to look offended and they both chuckled. A small coughing fit interrupted her, V tasted a little blood in her mouth. "Fuck. Maybe.. It did…knick my lung.. Hey, Panam.. Ya might wanna..step on it…"

"What'd you say?" Panam turned her head. "Oh shit V! Fuck she's fading."

Celeste turned in her seat, "I'll tend to her, just step on it and get us there. V, look at me….look…me…V….k…..me….V!..."

The last thing V remembered was the jolt of the truck as Panam floored it, and she slipped into sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. Where the stress of her day couldn't follow. And hey, if she did die, she made Judy smile a little. That was somethin'. Judy. Damn. she hoped she lived through this shit. She had to see a girl for a drink.

Ok! Hope everyone liked this chapter update! Thoughts on pacing so far? Things you wanna see more of? Things you like, etc? Good to go just keep writing it?

Oh! For the sake of not confusing everyone. When V references Celeste or Jackie in her mind or I do, in the narrative, I will use the name's Celeste and Jackie. I will only use Torin and Arch when their names are being spoken. I'm hoping that alleviates confusion and keeps it immersive since we've been using those names for so long now.

Ok! Hope you all enjoyed :)

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