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The Transaction

The bar was quiet at that time of night. Morning rather. Only a few patrons, mostly drunks who had paid their tabs and were being left alone. After all who ever wanted to wake up a drunken enhaced human who may be cyberpsychotic.

Reece made his way over to a table near the rear. He could see his client obscurred by both shadows and a booth wall.

"Here it is," says the young man. "All the information that could be gathered."

"Did he place it in MRAM form," asked the man in shadows. His voice was deep and troubled.

"Oh, yes. He was glad to since burning the chip costs more." Reece smiled as he slowly reached inside his short jacket and pulled out a small glass case.

"Give it to me," said the man in shadows eagerly. He leaned forward and trembling hands reached for the case. He face had nearly left the shadows when the young man pulled the case back."What are you doing," has demanded. 

The young man held out his other hand. "Payment first," he said bluntly.

In a hearbeat the man in shadows reached inside his pocket and cast a credit card upon the table. It clacked quietly and he said, "As agreed. 6,500 E.B. Untraceable and all yours. Now give it to me!"

Reece chuckled and dropped the glass case on the table almost carelessly, but the man in shadows knew those things could take a surprising amount of abuse before becoming damaged. "Enjoy. All the information that could be gained by my employer about Onikko Fiere. See ya." And with that he turned and left the bar.

The man in shadows smiled. It was an expensive deal he just closed, but competant information brokers were always expensive. And it would be worth it to read this information. Then the man in shadows stood and left the shadows. But the darkness seemed to follow him as his jet black biosculpted skin absorbed the light around him.

He was new in town and if his enemy found him now, when he was without allies or prospects, he would be retaken back to Japan to serve as his personal attack dog. And he would prefer to die.

Still, he had to admit that it was strange to have a complete rundown performed on yourself.

As he left the bar he recklessley took the case out from his long coat and looked at it again right out in the street. He couldn't help but wonder what was out there about him. He revved his tryke and as always the gentle vibration he was never able to get rid of soothed him. He rolled out into the street toward his temporary home.