Kota turns around to find a crunchy short-haired man in a fur coat.
I don’t like him. Don’t do your usual Kota thing please.
“A kid? I’d say I’m surprised but hey, that’s ‘Back End’ City for ya.”
He gets closer and Kota lowers her stance.
“Relax,” the man says as he messes with his PADD. After a few taps, the metal box beneath Kota opens up. “See?”
It’s a bunch of… neuro-plugs?
“Highly illegal, don’t go tellin’ the cops on me. Promise?”
“I could take these and run right out; bet they would go for a fair rate.”
“Please, more trouble than they’re worth. Oh, you work for the Tehkis?”
“The who?”
“The symbol on your, ugh nevermind. Get lost kid.”
“I’m not a kid!”
Let’s just go Kota.
> No, hold on. There is something to this guy, let’s press.
> Leave