---Emmi//k4b00m---

Upon her verbal agreement, the picture faded away and a few sparse words appeared on the screen.

'Glad to have you on board.  As I said earlier, we'll be hitting Thanatos Medical. Tinkerer's damned good at what he does, and we have word from the boss that he has verification that it is, in fact, the Tinkerer we're about to try and hit. Tinker used to work for the Big Man- who is now hiring you- and broke off a few years back when Big Man had him hit the Polis Scientific Institute. Big Man wants the data that Tinkerer stole, but we can't get access to it remotely.

We have to assume Tinker keeps it close, or on a remote system, or possibly even in an encrypted personal drive he keeps off the network. All we know is that Thanatos exists because of that info, otherwise the science institute would have a monopoly by now.

It's some illuminati level shit, to be sure, but that means you'll have to gear up for an on-sight crack, meaning you'll be up close and personal with some highly advanced software and possibly gunfire if things go to shit. We're forming up a team that the Big Man feels will be able to pull this over on the Tinkerer, and he handpicked you, so you should probably take that as a vote of confidence. If the names I'm getting are correct and match up with their reputations, then you've got solid allies.

I'd recommend you do your homework on Thanatos, doll. Get familiar with their systems, see if you can't find a weakness that I missed. Oh, and get a haircut, or some makeup, or do some pushups. I'm running out of things to insult about you, which is honestly a rarity for me, so unless you have specific questions I don't know what else to tell you, and I don't want to stay connected to this system much longer.
-M1k3y'

---Soren---
The pink cloud faded, leaving behind a corpse. After but a few moments, the body was dragged off- such was life in the Circuit. Nobody had a face except those who made one for themselves, and those people had targets on their backs more often than not. A faceless, remorseless, mass; the Circuit.

Soren's path up the street was rather uninhibited, but the 'The Coffee Shop' as the note had stated was left up to a rather ambiguous definition, and after a short while of searching he eventually found a building that stood out as a sort of oddity in the Circuit's bazaar proper; an Other run business, but one that appeared to be almost elite in comparison to the run-of-the-mill swill bars- The legendary club, '[b]The[/b] Coffee Shop'. Of course, calling an 'other' establishment elite is somewhat of an oxymoron, but it clearly has higher maintenance and support than any of the other buildings that aren't run by the primary gangs of the Circuit.

As Soren approached, it would appear that a rather short, thin, elf woman acted as bouncer. She was decked out in neon colors, and her hair was a surreal wave of color that cascaded down to her neck in an even bob. Her ears extended undeniably far along her head, and a tattoo across her face marked her as a member of the Patchwork gang. At her hip was a revolver, and her hand rested upon her hip seemed quite twitchy as she eyed the ordinary humans who passed to and fro.

Strangely enough, humans seemed to give the place a wide berth- but to any lengthy inhabitant of the Circuit, it'd be well known that this was a hotspot for Others, and a place that the Elves specifically ran- and excluded human presence within.

Humans have tried to force their way in in the past, but the Patchwork gang's efficiency and brutality was legendary for these transgressors. However, the club was heavily coated in rumor and posed quite the mystery for all the non-humans who ever spent their time drinking sorrows away.

What Soren does with the discovery that 'a coffee shop' meant 'THE coffee shop' was up to him.