There was a tinge of familiarity, he knew some of these men. They were private security, deputized to protect the property owners within this sector. “Arbiter H-6!” One of them waved his hand at him, he wore a plain leather jacket and brandished his badge at Arbiter whose scowl was apparent even through the dim evening. H-6 had scanned all available identities, the one greeting him was a certain Security Agent Hyram Veers of the Ejercito Megacorp, an individual he did regularly screen during his patrols. “I have this under control Arbiter, no need to worry” he said smiling amidst the unlawful arrest occurring behind him. H-6 wasn’t fooled, no Arbiter had sanctioned the arrest and every one of the assailants were registered Private Security who were out of uniform and operating outside of their shifts. The syst

Solus calls in another can of coffee to process Leyland’s update, Carlson Wade was a big fish, hell he was a whale compared to the other fixers that ran the East 26 Dome. “Alright, you said yes did you? She inquired “Told him I’d ask you first” “Alright, I’ll do the talking. Meet me at the street by Tess’ Grill” “Way ahead of you, the Impala has new wheels by the way” “Let me drive” “In your dreams Solus”   Once Leyland cut off, Solus didn’t waste any time getting ready. A shower would take too long, a simple vapor cleanse would have to do. She quickly realized that it’d been a full week since she’s had a proper shower. Ev

Sol swears she feels a few bruises on the back of her head and her hand but lets it pass, “Had to check first if the chip was from us, Wade may be a good fixer but we do get fake chips every now and then. It’s Linda Ramos bye the way” She extends a hand, as if what had just transpired earlier was as simple as some mistaken theft of a missing ballpen. “Solus Valentine” she replies, taking the Corpo’s hand. “Since you came here in time and are legit. I need you to do something simple for me.” Linda pulls out another chip and hands it to Sol, the tiny silver frame held the faint image of a black and white crane with its wings outstretched. “We lost a runner bot some days ago over at District 8A, Level 1, 26D West. Tracker puts right at the hands of some 14K black market den. We need you to get it back for us, no heat.”

Sol and Leyland park the Impala at an empty spot at a convenience store just behind the Tea shop. There was a good amount of Priv Sec drones and the car’s security systems could get them out of a tight spot anytime, that was mostly hopeful thinking. A desperate junkie or some bored hacker could breach most security systems.By this time, the rain had cleared up, what was left was just the eerie reddish glow of the base level’s lighting and the faint rays of the dome’s artificial sun. The two went through an alley that cut to the other side, the Triads gave the two a nervous look as they walked towards the Tea shop. Given that they were wearing bulletproof jacke

“Arbiter H-6, there is an airship two clicks from your grid on an unauthorized flight path. Be advised, it is not responding to our hails.” “Copy that control, on my way to assess the aircraft.”   H-6 was hovering above one of the Spire decks of his Grid, just above the sector where The Culinary sat. Not a sign of the past few day’s crime was present, students