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Hey.

I see you came up through the ranks. You must be doing something right, to have survived this far.

And Im not talking about not getting iced by the CSAs or any of the other gangs out there. Im talking about having to deal with all the freaks and whackjobs weve got within our own ranks.

You met the Furies, right? Which one you think is crazier  Eenie, Meenie or Miney? Or cousin Seung  hes a real piece of work, aint he?

Well, good news. The craziness stops here. Me and Mr. Simeone, were just here to make money - pure and simple.

Tyron Sennet

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Jeung given you his big "I created the Blood Roses" thing yet? Dont worry  if he hasnt, then he soon will.

Him and Seung can fight it out all they want about which one of them got this circus together. Without me and Mr. Simeone, theyd still be exactly what they were when Simeone found them  rich kid freaks having dress-up parties in rat-infested old warehouses.

So if young Mr Jeung-ho Yim (yeah, he can save that 'Bloodrose' crap for the Effigy interviews) wants to know who really created the Blood Roses, you tell him to come see us.

Tyron Sennet

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Jeung and his gang, they look at me like Im something they stepped in coming out of a club at night.

Screw that. Ive known them longer than they want to remember. Who you think used to get them what they needed when they were still trying to get around with fake IDs?

I even remember Lady Charlotte when she wasnt so choosy who went riding in her royal carriage.

Give them one thing  those kids can steal! Point them at an armored van, a warehouse of computers, a cargo container loaded with military stuff, and they are hyped!

Take care. (Working with these psychos, you got to!)

Tyron

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You believe the shit I have to deal with? I spend half my time fixing things so civil war doesnt break out, and the other half wishing it would.

Love to let Jeung and Seung kill each other - but Simeone says thats not happening.

Something else wrong too. The Tigers been scoring too many hits on us, like they suddenly know more about us than before. Byron says theres no way theyre hooked into his systems, so Im guessing theyve got someone telling them things&

Shit, thats all we need. Jeung and Lady C going apeshit trying to find a Prentiss rat...

Tyron

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You met Simeone. Smart guy, right? (Scary guy too, sometimes.) Nightclub guy. Gets in early when the local scene's still underground. Makes money buying up derelict warehouse buildings. Makes even more when he hooks up with the Roses.

Can't kid a kidder. Some bullshit right there.

Things he says, names he mentions. He knows San Paro  like he grew up here  but he's from someplace else. He knows the crim scene too, but no-one's ever heard of him before he started running clubs down here.

You get close to him, pay attention. Some story there that none of us are hearing yet.

Tyron

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Luke Waskawi saw what was happening there, and saw the potential of the place. A fortress built to protect its inhabitants from the outside world. A neutral location beyond all the normal gang turn boundaries, belonging to everyone and no-one. A recruiting station where San Paro's malcontents and outcasts congregated. A natural meeting point of different ideas and underground street cultures, but all sharing the same anti-authoritarian viewpoint and opposition to the status quo.

He let others take the credit, but it was Waskawi that came up with the idea for Asylum. Asylum was a place; the old Abington Towers. Asylum was a club night that drifted like a ghost through San Paro's club scene. Asylum was a state of mind and a revolutionary idea. Asylum was a fashion style and a hidden code; the discreetly Asylum symbol - turning up in everything from clothing designs to graffiti logos and hidden website easter eggs - allowing those in the know to find and recognise each other.

The Asylum club nights were central to everything, the vibe that everyone initially congregated around. It stays mobile. Special club nights at carefully selected venues around the city. None of them never openly announced, but those in the loop always hear about it and find their way there. The cops hunt for it, to bust it and shut it down, but it's an idea - a state of mind - not a place, and you can't shut down a state of mind. Once a month, it returns home to Abington Towers. Every homecoming is an event, and every time it comes home it brings more and more recruits with it. Many are just there for the party, but enough of them - more than enough, for Waskawi's purposes - get into the idea of the place. Some of them stay on, become part of the Asylum society. Most come and go, though, spreading the idea back into the city, drawing in more potential recruits.

The idea spreads. The Asylum state of mind increases in numbers.

Waskawi is an invisible presence in the place, sometimes glimpsed in passing at the monthly Asylum nights, but rarely recognised for who and what he is. Terence Piper is the front man, and Asylum's leader and guru. Piper preaches self-enforcement, everyone in Asylum working together to keep the co-operative vibe going, but step out of line and break Asylum's rules, and Waskawi and his people make their presence known. A lot of the kids who go there don't see it, but the gang members that come to the Asylum can spot hired muscle and trained mercs when they see them, and know the truth. Asylum is Waskawi's place, and in Luke Waskawi's house, the smart people know to play by Luke Waskawi's rules.

The word's out now in San Paro. There's something happening up at the Asylum. Something big. More and more people go there, eager to plug into the buzz coming off the place, and to get turned onto what's happening there. Piper preaches revolution of the mind, but Waskawi's got something a lot more literal in mind.

He wants to turn an insane world sane, and the army he's building up at the Asylum is how he's going to do it.

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