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The ship hummed slightly in the captain's cabin. Lange sat alone in the recliner next to the main terminal slowly gliding his fingers over the interface. The UI was shades of blue and orange and was the only light in the room currently. Names of people he once new started to move by as he scanned them. Karen, Ashbell, Koening, and Weston were a few of the names that went by. He signed touching the unsightly long beard he had grown the last two years in isolation. He desperately needed help if he was to fly to system F-585. If there was a real informant within the Empyre, that would be worth a lot of credits. He looked back at al the names and not one had he talked to in at least 2 years. No one owed him anything and that was to say they were the same person when he left then, that also assumes he was the same person. He must have zoned out as the door chimed bringing the lights up in the room. Before he could say anything the door opened and four seven walked in. Its blue iris optical

The city streaked by in blurs of color as Emmery O’Hare pushed the repulsors of his new AR-C24 to the acceptable limits in the flight lane he was in. His face beaded with sweat as he checked the rear facing mirror looking for the AR that had been following him since he left work in Quantum City. He saw the muddy red color of the vehicle still about twenty meters behind and hiding behind another AR, this one cargo edition taking up more of the flight line. Why was this happening to him? He was nothing more than a coder for one of the larger Cyberworld communities. That sounded glamourous but it was nothing such. He worked in a small cubicle in section G of the 110th floor along with hundreds of others. He jerked up with the sound of slapping across the AR’s hull. Emmery scanned the entire area looking for plasma or projectile holes but none were present. Instead, there were streaks of water hitting the windscreen at high speeds. His heart pounded as relief washed over him as he noticed