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Hotshot was in the middle of swinging between buildings when the call came through. As his feet hit solid ground, he opened up a comm line with Saturnine. The "Spire Kids" had caused quite the stir when they first turned up with Firebird years ago. While some may have protested some Heir's 'experiments' joining the Cell, the duo were quick to prove their worth.

[color=crimson][i]"So glad you could join us today, Sat. Hope this little commotion didn't interrupt any important networking down on the Street?"[/i][/color] Hotshot bit back his smirk as he slid underneath an electronic billboard. The gaps between the buildings were steadily getting smaller as Hotshot left the Metro Street sector and headed for one of the many Backstreets. [color=crimson][i]"As long as I've got you on the line, I'll need someone to reach out to our friendly Cells: New Wave, Vendetta, The Orphans if you can find where Baba holed them up this week. If Rotor really WAS hit up for a job, we'll need to know if anyone else got a sketchy offer in the last few days. I'm going to hit up a contact of my own and see if I can pry any information. We don't know what we're dealing with yet and I'm not losing another member of Afterburn before I find out who's ass we have to kick. Meet me at Jigen's when you've finished. I need a meal..."[/i][/color] 

Hanging up the call, Hotshot found himself heading towards Sawtooth Street in the slums. With a practiced motion, jumped off the building mid-stride and caught himself on the rail of a disused fire escape. With his momentum, Hotshot swung himself from rail to rail as he dropped down to street level. These days, Sawtooth Street might as well be abandoned. Most of the buildings were either vacated, falling apart, or some combination of the two. Despite coming here for nearly a year now, Hotshot hadn't dared to come at night since Demonio members would no doubt be lurking around. With a quick check to ensure no one was watching, he turned down an alleyway and headed straight for a metal door at the end. 

At first glance, it looked like any other high security door in the Megacity, but a cursory glace through Skynet revealed a series of Holotags all through the alleyway. Various tags for Sk8te Cells long since dead or warnings to turn back. Upon looking at the door, the viewer would see a tag that wasn't affiliated with any Sk8te Cell. A solitary image of a shark graced the metal. The animal itself looking to be a combination of animal and machine; its glowing eyes almost following Hotshot as he approached and knocked. 

[color=blue][i]"Ent3r..."[/i][/color] A voice emanated from inside as the electronic lock slid open. Moving inside, Hotshot found himself in a room that glowed blue with the light from multiple computer monitors. The tiny room was crammed wall to wall with computers and TVs all displaying footage from the news broadcast this morning. Seated in the middle of it all was a vaguely humanoid figure in an oversized jacket. The person's features were indistinguishable thanks to the hood being pulled up, as well as the metal shark mask covering the face. The figure turned to face the Sk8ter and gestured for Hotshot to come closer. [color=blue][i]"Hello as usual, Felix,"[/i][/color] said Mak0. The electronic voice that came from within the helmet was different every time he walked through the Blue Door. This time, the voice that came out sounded like an electronically distorted child. [color=blue][i]"You're lucky I just finished my meeting. Now... What can the master builder Mak0 do for my favorite customer?"[/i][/color]

[i][color=crimson]"I thought we agreed you wouldn't use that name?"[/color][/i] Hotshot unsheathed the Rip Current from his belt and set it on a table next to the weaponsmith, [color=crimson][i]"Either way, I'm certain you already know why I'm here."[/i][/color] Hotshot gestured to all the screens. [color=crimson][i]"First I want information. You're tapped into every CCTV feed within the city. I want to know who approached Rotor and where from. Second..."[/i][/color] He followed Mak0's... eyes? helmet? gaze as it turned towards the Rip Current. [color=crimson][i]"I need bullets, and you get to work on one of your favorite toys again."[/i][/color]