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7 - 7 - Rodin shook his head. “Answer’s still no.” Cali’s shoulders slumped, and her mouth twitched. “But…” Paskia stopped when Cali held up a hand. “Okay,” Cali said. “Fair enough. Guess Jerone was right‌—‌Rogue’s his own man. You don’t want to be involved. But maybe you could give us some advice. We’ve gathered a great deal of intel, years of surveillance and intercepted messages, that kind of thing.” She gave him a smile. “Heard somewhere that Rogue always plans before he acts, so maybe this is familiar territory. I’m not asking you to act on the information, but we could do with a fresh angle.” Jerone huffed, slapped a hand on the table. Cali shot him a look, turned back to Rodin. “This is still a big ask, I know. And I’m trusting you, probably more than I should.” She grabbed th

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