“The droids are expendable. We are not.” The boss growled, motioning vaguely to the assembled Humans.

"Perhaps your mission is to gain our trust to wreak more havoc later. Yes?" 

Afterwards he looked at Light, floated softly closer. His bodyguard followed close by now, holding the plasma repeater.

“Who is really the boss here, huh? You’ve been very quiet. What do they have on you?”

Light quivered, avoided looking directly at the man. The dappled red of his suit flashed with violet tones of guilt, shame.

“I am very sorry, but your mother has just passed away. My suit is not picking up any vital signs. Would you like me to try to resuscitate her?”

The man’s face crumpled slightly. He cast an eye over the limp corpse on Light’s back and a single tear detached from the corner of his eye and floated into space.

“No. She had a long, full life.” He said finally.

“She loved her family, and would do anything to protect us. Some more than others perhaps.” He chuckled sadly, repositioning his daughter across his chest and looking down into her curious face. He then looked back up at Light.

“Will you help me protect my family now she is gone? Tell me who you’re really working for.”

Light exhaled deeply, looked at Senjen then back at the boss. He was about to tell them about their encounter at the suit shop when there was a loud clunk from the locked blast doors. As if someone had tried to open them manually. Then there was a series of three knocks and someone calling from the other side in Cantonese, the language Light now knew the other Humans were using.

“Let us in! They’re coming!!”

"Show me the camera feed." The soldier who'd brought Light and Senjen downstairs called. She'd taken up a defensive position behind one of the closest pillars.

"Feed is down, like all the others." Someone replied from the kiosk.