“There is a large rift forming in this city. This is too apparent in yesterday’s events at Terra Firma. Too much still needs to be collected to take action as of yet,” Elektra recollects to herself as she sips her coffee. Dark and bitter, just how she likes it, tingling her tongue and sending a slight burn down her throat as she swallows.
“That bar seems to have history. I’ll have to adapt to treading much more lightly here… and that bartender, one would be foolish to believe she only has simple knowledge of just being a mixologist.”
She gazes out of the wide paned window of her penthouse, into the everlasting darkness that cascades the city. Small neon beads speckling subtly through the thick hazing hugs the skyscrapers and release through the air. A devious smile forms to her face, in a way as if an exciting epiphany came struck to her mind. She turns to step to her bedroom, and following to her wide-doored closet, where a heavy suitcase sits in front of it.
“Perhaps, commerce back in Neo-Tokyo will prove to be a perfect way to stay hush from Insilico for the weekend to come.”