Kalden stood in a dark ruined house, blood splattered all over the walls and bullet holes peppered the ceiling. He had just finished clearing a house used by the Yakuza to store stolen cybernetics, putting a final shot into the last surviving yakuza who was scrambling for his gun.
“Kitt, you got anything?” Kalden spoke through the earpiece.
“Nothing on the stolen Atlas shipment looks like this is a bust as well.”
“Head back to the safehouse. I will catch up with you later.”
“What about you?”
“I have other ways of doing things. I will holler if I need anything. You know the drill, call Atlas if I go dark for more than 3 hours.”
“Whatever you say.” The distinctive whirr of Kitt disengaging his weapons systems and rumble of the V8 engine indicated he had left the area.
Kalden pulled the pin on his incendiary grenade and tossed it into the storage room before calmly walking out of the smashed door as the fire consumed everything behind him destroying all traces of his presence.
He need some time alone and some fresh air, well as fresh as the smoggy air in black city could give. He also needed to find a man that should point him in the right direction but outside of normal Atlas contacts and reach. His access to the city’s security cams and coupled with the ‘gods eye’ program soon pinpointed the guy’s location. A red blip appeared in the far right corner of his hud where his minimap is indicating the shortest route to the place. Despite that it was still a fair distance away and he was too lazy to walk.
Flipping on his transmitter, “Hey Kitt. You still nearby?”
“I am approximately 524 metres from your position and currently heading back to the safehouse as you ordered.”
“Need you to come back here mate, I got a contact that might have a lead on our missing shipment and he is quite a distance away.”
“Rerouting to your position now.” Kitt calmly answered.
Within moments Kalden and Kitt slowly coasted to the small sushi restaurant. Kalden exited Kitt as he was still slowly moving past the restaurant. The distinctive long blue hair could be seen from outside through the dirty window.
“What brings you into this fine establishment?” Kalden chirped sarcastically as he plopped down beside Cherry. They have known each other for sometime now each trading items for their own benefit. Cherry was Kalden’s best informant in the crime families and he would trade the information for money cybernetics or even doing some dirty work.
Passing the chef a slip of paper with his order already on it. He would prefer western spirits but Japanese Sake would do.