EpiloguesAugust 6th, 2075
11 PM
Site 13The lights flickered in an abandoned warehouse where old parts and machinery rested like ghosts of the past. Pools of grime and chemicals had coalesced with murky water. All the windows had been blacked out by tinted shade frames. Leon stood underneath a single light with Laitinen bound and gagged.
âThat wasnât part of the agreement,â Leon said.
Marcus Laitinen opened his eyes, dazed. He saw Leon in his round rimmed glasses standing next to him. He pieced together several shadows in the darkness before him as men.
âI brought you Laitinen as you wanted,â Leon said, âWhere is the girl?â
One of the shadows spoke, âLeon, that was excellent work, but our situation has changed. The girl is safe. We just need you to do one more job for us.â
Leon flicked open his suit and held an automatic pistol at Laitinenâs forehead.
âReally now, Leon? Is that necessary? Weâre only asking one more favor and then you and her are free to go. Thatâs all. Just strap that bastard to a bomb on the LR Line. Weâll give you the time and date. Once thatâs done, all debts are paid off. We both walk away.â
Laitinenâs screams were muffled.
âHow can I be sure?â Leon asked, âYouâve crossed me once already.â
âScoutâs honor. Leon, youâve been a very good associate of ours. There wasnât anyone else we could entrust with such a vital task. Your skills are why we asked for your help.â
Leon holstered the pistol and disappeared into the darkness.
August 7th, 2075
7:30 AM
Nansoko PenthouseThe Nansoko penthouse sat secluded from the rest of the nearby high-rises by a winding driveway. A small garden surrounded the exterior even though the trees were not tall enough to blot out the skyscrapers in plain view. At the main entrance of the complex was a landing pad for VTOLs. The hologram police line cordoned off the entrances while a set of officers stood in a ring around the buildingâs exits to enforce the lineâs significance. A small crowd of reporters had already arrived on scene waiting for details outside. A car shaped like an obsidian shell pulled up to the police line. A hologram of credentials blinked on the driverâs window for one of the officers to inspect. The officer waved the car through the line.
The carâs butterfly door opened and Coen stepped out while wrapped inside his black trench coat. Upon entering the building, he took out a cigarette and flicked open the lighter. He saw three women adorned in colorful lingerie, sitting on the couches, and smoking. Their eyes shifted about and their feet tapped unsteady on the floor. Their arms were crossed and they looked ready to leave. Two LSP officers stood in the lobby lounge talking to one another before one noticed him and approached him.
Coen tapped his wrist unit and his holo credentials blinked into existence, âDetective Yoon, MCU.â
The officer sifted through the screen of data and then glanced back at the three women. He introduced himself as corporal Gafarov.
âWhat do we have here corporal?â
âWell, the Nansoko is definitely dead. Sliced up, according to Wayne,â Gafarov stated.
âI thought it was a cleaning woman that found him?â
Gafarov pointed a thumb back at the three women, âTheyâre the âcleaning women.ââ
Coen nodded and took a puff of his cigarette, âDid anybody else see anything? Cameras?â
Gafarov shook his head, âNope. Abikiwe didnât allow cameras to be installed because he liked his privacy. We only have cameras for the complexâs perimeter. You can see why,â he glanced back at the women again, âWe also had several officers on duty including myself.â
The otherofficer offered the women bottles of water to which they warmly accepted despite the traces of fear running down their faces.
âWho was the first on scene?â
âMyself and Corporal Morris over there. We found no evidence of forced entry or exit of any kind. I mean the only other possible entrances would be the balcony.â
âYou sure one of them didnât do it?â Coen nodded at the three joygirls.
âOur boys had the doors covered the entire night. They came this morning and found him when they came in.â
âWho was on security detail last night?â
Gafarov nodded at Morris, âMyself and Corporal Morris. Nobody came in or out except for Abikiwe.â
âWhereâd he go?â
âOne of the c-stores for vodka and rum around six last night, came back within half an hour.â
âDid anyone accompany him to the c-store?â
âHis chauffeur.â
âBesides his chauffeur, what about security?â
The corporal cleared his throat and shifted his feet, âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âWell, sir, he always goes for a vodka run every night around that time. We didnât think it would be any different.â
âWhy didnât he ask someone else to get him the vodka?â
The corporal shrugged, âNansoko has a penchant for drink I guess.â
âIâm going upstairs. Keep an eye out for these ladies yeah?â
âMr. Wayne is up there already.â
Coen stubbed his cigarette in one of disposal units by the elevator lifts. He arrived on the floor of the Nansokoâs suite where officers went in and out. More police tape, but for the most part the hallway seemed untouched as though a murder had never happened. The place probably ran for several million credits on a bad day in the market.
Coen entered the suite where he saw the living area in front of him. The balcony was beyond that with tall plexi-glass walls that probably gave Abikiwe a decent view of the Lumaire. Wayne, a forensics specialist, and scientist android, collected samples around the room, but mainly around the dead prince. Wayne had the likeness of a human being with kempt blonde hair combed as though he had a mother who groomed him. His smiles were a constant source of jokes. Wayne claimed that the facial gestures of his model were not of importance to the development team at Sans Limites at the time. He was made to be a straight-faced researcher, but he found smiling as a better way of interacting with associates and coworkers.
Abikiwe sat on his chesterfield couch with a bottle of rum in one hand and vodka in the other. His head bent awkwardly back on the neck of the sofa. His face looked as though he died pleasantly in his sleep, drooling while dreaming. His chest had been split open in various parts, leaking hydraulic fluids of all sorts that stained the couch in alien colors. Cuts, probably by swords, no bullet holes.
To Coenâs left was the kitchen area, though few would have expected Abikiwe to cook for himself. He had a personal chef that came in and out to cook him meals. Housemaid bots usually cleaned up after him because being the heir to a megacorporation allowed one to sit on their ass with a bottle of vodka every day. Neither the chef nor the housemaid bots were around when Abikiwe died. The chef was due to make breakfast at eight. The housemaid bots usually came around at five in the afternoon, or so the intel suggested.
Coen approached the android who recorded everything through his oculars.
Wayne smiled at Coen, âDetective Yoon, good to see you again.â
âWayne,â Coen nodded, âI thought weâd agree youâd work on your smile. So, it looks like he was sliced up bad. Any ideas who did it?â
The android stopped smiling, âNot particularly. The blood hasnât congealed yet, leaving the time at approximately within an hour ago.â
Coen looked at the body, âHe looks like he was sitting down and not exactly expecting it. Otherwise thereâd be signs of resistance or attempts at escape.â
âIndeed,â the android noted and continued surveying the body.
Coen glanced around the suite and saw the hallway to his right which led to Abikiweâs bed room. His field of view became slightly distorted before he determined an outline usually generated by a cloaking device.
âHey you!â Coen drew his pistol at the same time as the cloaked figure realized heâd been discovered.
Wayne noticed the commotion, âWe need officers up, thereâs an unauthorized person in the crime scene.â
Coen activated the recording in his contacts and fired several shots at the phantom outline all of which missed as the figure turned left. The detective ran after but he stopped at the doorway to the Nansokoâs bedroom. He could see a large vanity mirror placed at an angle that allowed him to catch part of the reflection. Through the mirror, he saw the transparent drapes leading to the bedroom balcony move.
Yoon spoke into his throat mic,
âThis is Yoon, suspect is heading out bedroom balcony.âHe turned the corner and spotted the individual de-cloaked.
Coen caught two seconds worth of visual details before he fired a round at the woman, âStop right there!â
She had a pair of swords, katanas, sheathed in sayas mounted on her back. She appeared decked out in a full muscle suit. Her face was covered with a visor. She returned fire with an automatic pistol with high velocity rounds that cracked and punctured the walls. Coen activated his shield, but he retreated several steps back into the hallway as splinters and debris flew into a small cloud of smoke obscuring his view.
Coen turned the corner again to see the cloaked outline leap from the balcony balustrades. The detective ran to the balcony, his eyes scanning the premises before spotting the outline flee into the small forest surrounding the complex. Even if he jumped, she already had a head start on him. He slowed his heavy breathing and noticed a dull pain in his shoulder. He looked down to see a hole and blood seeping out. He realized that his personal shielding system had not activated in time. He fell back against one of the walls and passed out.
Up in the air, two members of 2nd squad were en route in their mech suits. The suits resembled headless bodies with three cylinders for a claw-like hands. The cockpit was concealed entirely behind a bulletproof carbon frame. Visual data was acquired via interlinked exterior cameras. Machine guns and missiles were the primary weapon systems, while thrusters were the primary propulsion system.
âViper to HQ, weâre circling the penthouse now,â Ioanna Nikos spoke into her comms inside of her mecha.
âHQ to Viper, maintain visuals on the surrounding areas. Itâs possible the suspect may have just escaped from the crime scene. Be on alert.ââUnderstood HQ, let me know if you find anything.âThe unit pulsed ahead followed by the other mech piloted by Farwell. As they pulled closer they saw through their cams Floreal Maratâs mech already maintaining an altitude above the penthouse.
âViper to Lily, see anything?ââNothing yet, Iâve got infra on.ââViper to Frost, head to the other end of the complex. Maintain positions and report if you see anything.ââAye chief,â Farwell responded.
The mechs maintained a triangular formation around the complex as they surveyed the LSP officers on the ground.
âBy the way Lily, Hammer got you coffee this morning.ââThatâs nice of her, tell her I owe her,â then Marat caught movement out of the corner of her cameras.
Coenâs voice entered their channels,
âThis is Yoon, suspect is heading out bedroom balcony.ââCopy that Yoon, this is Lily, Iâve spotted the target, in pursuit,â Marat engaged her thrusters to the other side of the building.
She spotted the balcony just as soon as a woman landed on top of her mech and threw off her balance. The individual leapt off and recloaked.
Nikos and Farwell followed quickly behind. Marat spun around and activated the infrared vision system as she chased after a red form on her screen moving through the forest. Marat pulled the trigger in her right-hand controls which sent the mech strafing some rounds at the ground near-missing the targetâs feet despite the dense foliage. The target then spun around and fired something at Floreal. She wove away from the blast, but then her IR visuals shut down. The red form on her screen vanished.
âLily, this is Viper, my IR is out, are you still following the target?âFloreal magnified her optics and continued along the same direction as the target was running, but realized it was no use.
Floreal closed her eyes,
âThis is Lily, Iâve lost visual on the target.â8:07 AM
LSP HeadquartersTitus Gretien sat in his office with a giant display in front of him. The faces of many journalists and press correspondents were on screen. Gretien held a livestream press conference regarding the death of the Nansoko, which had spread quickly even if the LSP had not offered a public statement until that moment. The affair had evolved into a public relations bomb. Gretien was merely the bomb squad.
In another section of the screen, live footage of LSP officers outside the Nansoko penthouse played.
âThatâs all the details we have right now as the investigation is pending. Thank you all for your time.â
The faces and screens began to shut out one by one except one that remained, Kelly Pahlavi, a reporter for Lumaire News Network.
When Gretien saw her, âKelly, I swear to godâŠâ
âYou guys really fucked this one up by letting the murderer get away, and I thought you were an atheist?â
Gretien clasped his hands before his mouth and listened, âKelly, listenâŠâ
âTitus, please donât beg me, itâs pathetic. Iâll cover your ass this time, but you owe me a favor.â
They had known each other for a long time. They were in an on again off again relationship before Gretien started working for the LSP. Though, that was assuming that sleeping together was enough to be labeled a relationship.
âWhat is it?â
âIâll come to collect when the time comes,â Kelly continued, âYou know, normally, weâd have something when you guys donât. But weâve got nothing, this one looks bad. Iâve been hearing from my contacts at Hayworth about a presumed merger with Nansoko to break the power-lock with MHC.â
âThatâs nothing new.â
âSo, you think itâs an inside job?â
Gretien rubbed his eyes, âFrankly, thatâs all speculation at this point, but theyâve been saying that for years. What makes you think this one to be any different? They never cared about the Nansoko in the first place.â
âBut you guys doâŠâ she paused before changing the subject. âYou look tired.â
Gretien looked away when she commented on his appearance, âStating the obvious wonât help.â
He looked back at her again and saw she had that look in her eyes. The look that would have resembled a come-hither hand gesture.
âKellyâŠâ
She chuckled, âNot even lunch for old timeâs sake?â
Gretien smiled, shook his head, âMaybe another time.â
âSuit yourself.â She smiled and disappeared from the screen.
As soon as her face disappeared, so did his smile. He exhaled and reclined in his seat.
10:15 AMâC.K.âs been injured?â Captain Mountbatten leaned forward in his seat in his office.
He sat in front of a screen with Alexandraâs face on it.
âHeâs in critical condition. The bullets went right through him before he could activate his shielding,â Alexandra responded from the cabin of a VTOL taking a quick tour of the city.
She preferred to be out in the field early in the day, so she could lend support wherever it was needed if she was on the move. Though, she was no netrunner, so the only support she could provide was with a gun.
âTheyâve managed to stabilize him for now. We lost the suspect. She was using a cloaking device, probably military grade thermoptics. They disabled one of the MGsâ infrared vision systems to escape.ââThatâs unfortunate,â Mountbatten paused,
âDid he manage to capture an image?ââHeâs putting it into the report right now in the hospital. Iâm heading back to MCU, do you want me to grab you anything, donuts? Tea?ââTea, preferably.âAlexandra turned off her comm. She wondered why Mountbatten still drank tea before she ordered her pilot to take her back to LSP headquarters.
1:15 PM
La Boheme RestaurantLa Boheme was an upscale restaurant located on the top floor of the Stockman Tower in the northwest side. The restaurant was praised for its collection of wine and ribeye as well as its magnificent view of the city. The rich and famous often enjoyed dining there. On this afternoon, the rich and famous that dined there was Mathieu Legrand, a Lumaire assembly member.
He dined in solitude save a few bodyguards on standby, but he sat alone by the windows. He was neither gaunt nor portly. He looked several years younger than he really was without surgery of any kind. He had a few graying streaks of hair over his brown at his temples, and his eyes resembled steel. Mathieu did not look like the type to smile often.
One of his bodyguards walked in as he finished wiping his mouth on a cloth napkin.
âSir, your brother was found murdered. Is there anything you want us to do?â
Legrand set the cloth napkin on the table and shook his head. He gestured for the guard to leave him. He stared out of the window as he clenched his teeth.
2:05 PM
LSP HeadquartersMinna Patel stood in Lieutenant Parisâs office, but she may as well have been standing in front of a firing squad. The agent was to answer for anything that officer Vitali Zhang did and did not do on his assignment. After Agent Patel had reported the results, the lieutenant let the silence engulf her. Alexandra decided she would lash out against the intern in lieu of railing Vez because the latter was not present.
Alexandra stared directly into Minnaâs eyes, âAre you fucking kidding me?â
Mountbatten walked in, but, as soon as he heard those words, he walked back out. The intern had her eyes to the floor because she couldnât keep up with the lieutenantâs gaze. She would have done anything to get the captain back into the room because at least he could have been of some comfort and maybe shield her against the lieutenantâs wrath.
âMaâam, Agent Vez was certain the flames wouldnât spread.â
Alexandra fumed, âAnd if they did? Who did you think was going to pay for those infrastructure damages? We are officers of the law, not bounty hunters. He could have easily called in a drug enforcement team to confiscate all the evidence necessary to put Choi away for years,â she massaged her temples, âDo either of you know how reckless that was of Vez?
Alexandra took the agentâs silence to press on, âWhy didnât you stop him?â
âWe have an arrangement. I give him information that he needs to apprehend suspects, but I donât have any say as far as his methods. Itâs how weâve operated for a while now, and weââ Minna cleared her throat, âMaâam.â
âRiveting,â Alexandraâs brow creased further.
Minna continued, âFrom what he told me, the dealer made him try the YX7 to test if the contents in the parcel was legitimate, and that was where things kind of gotâŠout of hand.â
âOut of hand? He takes the drugs and ends up slaughtering all of them during a drug-induced rage. Then burns the entire lab as well as the bodies, which, trust me, does not look good from any angle. I suppose he did us a favor by burning the bodies to cover up the fact. Do we look like action flick heroes to you?â
âNo maâam. He was under the influence only when he killed off gangers, but, in his defense, whatâs wrong with killi-â
Alexandra raised a palm, âAgent Patel, you are to remind agent Zhang that there is a book that we play by. Thatâs the only thing that separates us from them. I trust that the both of you will try better to observe that in the future. This is Lumaire, not some fuck-all shantytown in Eastern Europe. Thereâs a level of respectability that must be maintained.â
Minna remained silent for a long time before conceding, âYes maâam.â
Alexandra looked at the intern up and down again before her face relaxed and she pivoted, âHow is he?â
Minna glanced at the lieutenant, she had to process a moment before responding, âHeâsâŠfine. He has some painkillers. No major injuries, the parameds patched him up.â
Alexandra nodded, âDismissed.â
The intern left the room with her ears burning red. The Captain waited outside.
Mountbatten stopped Minna as she walked by, âDonât mind the lieutenant, sheâs just got a lot of paperwork,â he paused, âGood work today Agent Patel. Iâm glad the LSP can count on men and women like you and Zhang.â
Minna looked at the captain for a moment, âThank you sir.â
Mountbatten nodded. Minna walked off, unsure if she needed to have the âtalkâ with Vitali. The kind of talk that might ruin their otherwise stable work relationship. The captain entered the lieutenantâs office but stopped in the doorway. Alexandra saw him watching her.
He cleared his throat, âI believe you may have overcooked the poor intern.â
The lieutenant rolled her eyes.
7 PM
LSP HeadquartersâI swear I was just in there for flowers!â Avinash sobbed uncontrollably even as LSP officers shuffled by staring at him.
Tia and Alexandra exchanged some uncomfortable glances, while also hoping the other would say something to stop him.
âMy wife would kill me if she found out I didnât get her flowers! Iâve already forgotten her birthday!â
âI am not dealing with him right now,â Alexandra walked off to Mountbattenâs office.
Tia raised her palm up to pause the man, âHey. Shut up. Okay? We know youâre innocent of any wrong-doingâŠâ
âI donât know who those men were, please, I donât want to go to jail,â he wailed.
Tia cleared her throat, âYouâre not going to jail. Just let us take care of some paperwork and weâll let you go soon. Sit tight and not another word.â
Avinash sniffled.
âYou want anything to drink? Water, coffee?â
âCoffee, cream, no sugar, and lactose free milk. Iâm lactose intolerant.â
âDo I look like a fucking diner to you?â Tia stared at Avinash, âBesidesâŠcanât you get like a replacement intestine for that?â
7:35 PMCaptain Mountbatten was in his office when officer Chavez, MCUâs newest detective-to-be, entered with a lively stride. No doubt she radiated confidence after successfully nabbing the thief, which, Mountbatten supposed, warranted some level of pride.
âGood work probationary officer Chavez, with a couple more like that, and you might be turning that probationary badge in for a JG detectiveâs badge. Weâre proud to have you with us whether it be MCU or MGU.â
She told him about the details surrounding the events that occurred within the flower shop. The mention of Cael Meint was significant. Mountbattenâs visage would have darkened had he owned facial implants. His chrome exterior provided the benefit of a poker face. Meint was involved in several Neo-Terra related incidences and operations. He became whatever Neo-Terra wanted him to be for the organization as a whole. His appearance anywhere was significant.
While a flower shop seemed surprising, it was located within the northwest side near many of the major corporate offices. The mention of the black woman caught his interest, but he dismissed the probationary officer before probing further about the woman, as he felt such information was on a need-to-know basis.
âIâll start questioning Khedira soon about anything she knows regarding NTS. Iâll let you know what we find regarding this mystery woman. Off you go sergeant.â
The captain tapped into a separate channel once Chavez left, âMiss St. Cloud, Officer Chavez mentioned a woman was present alongside Cael Meint in the flower shop. Can you find me any details on that woman?â
8 PMThe day ended with one less member present than it started in Captain Mountbattenâs office.
âSo, looks like Emmett is saddled up for the long haul regarding the Omega41 murders of Damien Legrand and a Melanie Monroe,â Tia swiped along her screen, âBut, without a doubt, it is the same person. Heâs thinking itâs a cyborg. Mangle believes that to be the case as well.â
âItâs certainly better than nothing, I think you should give him access to the files for the previous cases,â Mountbatten offered.
âI wonder what Legrandâs brother will say. This is a pretty high-profile murder,â Alexandra noted.
Tia nodded, âIt seems like the Bernard Choi situation was wrapped up nice and tidyâŠâ she glanced at Alexandra.
Alexandra rolled her eyes and sighed.
Tia continued, âIâll make sure everyone keeps an eye open for Meint. I heard about what happened to C.K.â
Mountbatten paused, âYes, heâs stable for now. Thank goodnessâŠâ
âAny ID on the suspect?â
Alexandra crossed her arms, âWe know sheâs a woman, and we could assume she was behind Nansokoâs murder, but that still doesnât answer the question as to why she remained at the scene.â
âWe should ID her first before we start thinking about an MO,â Mountbatten suggested.
Tia nodded, âIâm turning in for the night.â
Mountbatten waited until she left to turn to Alexandra, âSoâŠdo you think heâll consider it now?â
âHe wouldnât really have as much reservations as before, but I could be wrong.â
âIâve noticed that heâs been rather uncomfortable about the idea.â
Alexandra mumbled.
âI donât blame him. Being a tin-can is about as dull as it gets,â Mountbatten laughed.
âIâve never said you were dull.â
âDidnât need to.â
Alexandra scoffed, âAnyway, CaptainâŠâ
Mountbatten cleared his throat, âI was going to ask if you were interested in grabbing dinner with me some time?â
Alexandra took a step back, âAre youâŠare you asking me out on a date?â
âNot exactly.â
11 PM
A Dark Room SomewhereChong Yi Petrov replayed the security feeds on multiple screens. He watched the unidentified man consume the YX7 and fall unconscious, only to awake in a few seconds and enter a blind rage. Petrovâs eyes narrowed as he watched the man dismember everyone present including Bakhtin. Then he watched the unidentified man take Choi and burn the lab. He knew his boss wouldnât be happy to find Bakhtin dead, Choi taken, and the new YX7 operation trashed.
He sighed, and began to make a call, âHey, let me talk to Lucky Lin. I got some bad news.â
August 8th, 2075
7:05 AM
LSP HeadquartersChief Kyung sat in her office watching the reports that filtered into her feed as well as news streams about incidents occurring around the city. LTV anchor Javed Mukherjee, with his famed jawline, delivered his prompter lines on one screen that Kyung decided to listen to. Even as Mountbatten, Nikos, and Alexandra entered her office, her attention remained fixed on the story.
ââŠtalks continue at the Chicago convention as several other cities call for the revision of the first proposed draft of a new constitution. However, Tukana and Nueva Miami have announced their withdrawal from talks for the time being. This comes just days after Martian representative Julius Baltar of the Martian Neo-Socialist Party announced his North American visit culminating with his arrival in Lumaire, where he will remain for two weeks. Representative Baltar has been noted for his efforts to broker stronger relations between Earth and MarsâŠâ
Without looking at either of them, âThe mayor gave me a call earlier.â
The others looked at one another.
Kyung continued, âHe wants us to help manage security for that guy,â she referred to Baltar, ââŠwhen he comes to town. I honestly wonder if heâs seen the news today,â without missing a beat, Kyung looked at the two of them, âWhat happened?â
The captain spoke, âThe suspect escaped from the penthouse grounds, managed to injure one of our agents, but not before he acquired a visual recording of their appearance.â
Nikos continued speaking where Mountbatten stopped, âDuring the suspectâs escape, they jammed the infrared vision on our mechs during the pursuit. The suspect also used a cloaking device. Theyâre certainly well equipped.â
âWeâre lucky the news hasnât leaked yet. JesusâŠhaving the Nansokoâs assassin slip out from under our grasp,â Kyung assessed the data coming in, âWeâre on the defensive right now.â
Kyung changed the channel. LNN came on the screen with a story regarding the Nansoko homicide reported by journalist Kelly Pahlavi. Chief Kyung gestured for the systemâs volume controls to increase.
âThe death of the Nansoko comes as a shock to many. Some believe that he was assassinated in his penthouse. Details surrounding his death has yet to be confirmed or dismissed by the LSP. Meanwhile, the Nansoko Board of Executives has yet to issue a formal statement regarding the matter. Though many already begin to wonder, what will this mean for the Nansoko Corporation?â
âJack shit,â Alexandra muttered.
Chief Kyung glanced at Alexandra, âTell me that any of you have good news?â
Mountbatten spoke, âThe lead on Neo-Terra was confirmed. The girl, Naima Khedira, had affiliations. Cael Meint was present as well.â
âCael Meint? Jesus-fucking-Christ. Who was there for that one?â
âOne of our new probationary officers, an MG pilot.â
Nikos smiled when she knew he was referring to Chavez.
âHow did she escape?â
Mountbatten glanced at Alexandra, âHer shields, from Chavezâs account, handled all the small arms fire that Meint and his goons directed at her suit as she carried Khedira and the civilian out. Call it miracle.â
âMeint spared her. She didnât bother calling in backup? We could have nailed the sonofabitch.â
âApparently, the area was a communications dead zone. It wasnât until after she escaped that HQ received her calls for backup, likely the courtesy of Meint and NTS. Based on Chavezâs multiple vision systems, she didnât detect any other signatures besides Khedira and the civilian before she entered. That means they have technology that covers them from IR and x-ray. It seems they were planning to kill Khedira and end their business relationship for good.â
âReally? That seems really timely. Meint shows up to kill Khedira as soon as we send someone out to arrest her. Whereâs Meint now?â
âHe vanished,â Mountbatten took Kyungâs extended silence to mean they were dismissed, âWeâll update you if we find anything.â
Kyung stopped them before they left, âAlso, what the hell happened in the 8th Arrondissement?â
7:30 AMMountbatten tried to inhale the aroma of his earl grey tea, not that he could. He could only partake in the appearance of inhaling his native beverage. He was about to pour some down his digestive receptacle, that is, until he was startled by a chime from his communicator.
âBollocksâŠâ he muttered, as it was a call from Miss St. Cloud.
âYes, Miss St. Cloud?â
âCaptain? You wanted information regarding the woman present with Cael Meint in the flower shop?â
Moments later Tia paced in Mountbattenâs office while Alexandra looked out the clear skies of the day.
âFrom Officer Chavezâs reports, this is what I found,â Tia blinked a screen before Mountbatten displaying a black woman.
âZora De Vries, sheâs an arms dealer. She mainly deals in small arms, light weapons, andâŠdisruptors. Sheâs based in Tukana. Her clientele is strictly high-profile, which includes mafia and yakuza crime families, the triads, and, as of our discovery yesterday, NTS. Our independent informants believe that sheâs here to conduct a sale. We have a plausible time and location already.â
âWhat have you found regarding the Laitinen abduction?â
âNanSec combed the R&D center clean, so Iâve got nothing to go off right now. Still trying to ID the abductor. Iâll let you know when I find something.â
âAnything else?â
The screen changed to show two faces with colorful hair and a variety of tattoos.
âOne of the street cams caught the Dominguez siblings playing a little rough. They shot and killed someone. Pfeifferâs Seven had the two in custody until they managed to break out and escape. So theyâre on the loose now.â
Mountbatten returned to his cup of tea, âVery well, and the briefs?â
âAlready on their way,â Tia smiled.
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Omega41 187 (Cont.)To Detective Tigron â
I am granting you access to case files regarding the four previous cyborg homicide cases since you believe they share the same suspects. Wayne has determined that the Nansokoâs cause of death fits the same characteristics as the other cases. You can visit the penthouse to comb for evidence if you wish. Wayne will be down at the morgue with the body if you need to see it. Iâve also scheduled a meeting with Damienâs brother, assembly member Mathieu Legrand, maybe he might know something regarding Damienâs murderer.
- Captain Niles Mountbatten
The Lady of WarTarget â Zora De Vries
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Yesterday morning, one of our officers found a woman accompanying the notorious Cael Meint of Neo-Terra to buy some flowers. This woman was later identified as Zora De Vries. Sheâs an arms dealer based out of Tukana, and itâs a wonder how she managed to get into this city undetected.
She deals mainly in small arms and light weapons like assault rifles and rocket launchers. However, she also has her own home-made, patent-pending, disruptors. These babies sell for a hefty tag. If youâre chromed and have ever been hit by one of these, you know how much they sting.
Our informants tell us that sheâs in town to make a sale. The deal is going down in the port district as weâve determined that her goods are coming in the old-fashioned way, by ship.
Also on the market today is a Republic of South Africa Z74, a military grade hardsuit. We donât know how she managed to acquire that, but weâre not surprised. Maybe someone in their military is selling her the newest R&D schematics. This thing packs a punch, but weâre thinking itâll be cradled in packaging so it wonât be a factor.
The other party is believed to be Akihiko Ishimura, representing the Ishimura-kumi, a prominent yakuza family. If De Vriesâ appearance with Cael Meint means anything, expect NT goons to be present and armed.
Weâre deploying a full task force with 2nd squad in support of this operation. Bring in De Vries and Ishimura, and secure the contraband.
Recommended Agents â 2.
Dynamic DuoTarget â Benny and Cha Cha Dominguez
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Benny and Cha Cha Dominguez are wanted for murder. The cameras pretty much caught all the action in the south-east side when they gunned down a man named Danny Leitch. They didnât even bother hiding it, but they quickly figured out the deep shit they were in. They head a small gang in the 8th âs southerly neighborhoods called the Rabbits. Theyâve been at this since they were in their teens. Their gang runs a protection racketeer on the residents living in that area.
We put up a warrant for their arrest and a small private recovery firm, aka bounty hunters, called Pfeifferâs Seven managed to arrest the two. Unfortunately, the Dominguez siblings didnât remain in their custody for long. While the bounty hunters were waiting for an LSP extraction veet to take Benny and Cha Cha in for processing, the Rabbits struck and killed several of the recovery agents. Benny and Cha Cha escaped and went into hiding.
So now theyâre wanted for more than just one count of murder.
Youâll know itâs them when you see the colorful attire and hair, thatâs just how they roll. Bring in Benny and Cha Cha alive.
Recommended Agents â 1.
- Tia Marie St. Cloud