Sasha, the hacker from Maine's Crew?
Carl did not rush to reply to Sasha. He first sent Maine a message to confirm her identity, and only after confirming there was no issue did he respond.
Carl: I'm Carl. Maine told you the details of the job, right? You'll be your crew's point of contact for this operation. No problem with that?
Sasha: No problem. Maine explained everything clearly. Once we finish the job we're currently handling tonight, we'll start on your job.
Carl: Then there shouldn't be any problems. We'll be in touch later.
Sasha: Please wait. Maine believes you can be trusted, so he asked me to send you our crew's personnel information so you can get to know us. Everyone agreed that it would make cooperation easier. I've sent it over. Please receive it.
Carl: All right.
Carl himself had been a little careless. When taking on a job, if neither side laid their cards on the table, it really was hard to know the other's capabilities. He had focused too much on trusting Maine's abilities and had no idea how capable Maine's teammates were.
There could be quite a difference in personnel standards between crews.
The information arrived.
There was not much to see about Maine. Oh, no, yesterday he had gone to the Ripperdoc and bought a Projectile Launch System implant. My god, brand-new merchandise. Had he spent all the money from the last job on this? He really was going all out. Taking on a job right after getting implanted—though Carl was hardly in any position to criticize him.
Then there was Dorio. Carl had already met her yesterday.
Pillar, technical specialist. A black-haired man with a mohawk. Carl vaguely remembered him. Maine did not, but Carl and the others had seen him outside the