[b]Floyd Conlon - Carter Bay[/b] - [i]5:00 am August 25th[/i]

Ten minutes before five, Conlon had reached Carter Bay and timed in for the morning shift. He had been scheduled for the night shift the week before, but hacked the system and had himself scheduled for the mornings for the next two months. Since the schedules are created two weeks in advance, Conlon decided to keep it on the safe side and not mess with it above the two months already set. 

Anyhow, as the sun started rising, Conlon zipped up his ugly uniform and covered his face with a black bandanna. There had been numerous occasions where some of his colleagues were found with deadly infections due to mass exposure of minerals. Whatever it was they were unloading from the docks was toxin to some of Carter Bay's employees. Since it was said that the [b][i]disease[/i][/b] was spread via the respiratory system, it was best to keep the nose and mouth covered as much as possible. For some odd reason, every time someone fell sick and under the weather, they were not spoken of nor seen ever again. And nobody ever asked questions, because if you did, you were fired. But as for the random disappearances, it had something to do with the CDC - Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Every time someone got sick, they would show up and escort them out of that daily shift, then..............they vanished. Conlon was certain there was some kind of conspiracy that the government didn't want anyone knowing. To cover up these disappearances, they would say that whomever had become sick was either hospitalized or had quit due to their health - all bullshit. 

But in all honesty, Conlon didn't want to get into all that unless it gave him a splendid amount of cash. Therefore, without questioning current authority, he just continued to unload the giant spaceships and moving them to the next location where another person took responsibility for the next part of the process. It was like an assembly line, but very stretched out to a point of transportation necessities. Due to the mass number of shipments, there needed to be a driver who delivered them to the correct location where yet another person would stock them correctly and numerically or something. Conlon knew all the processes, who was doing them, when they were doing them, and all the information he needed to steal anything he desired or found obligated to take. 

[b]Crater Bay to Outward City[/b] - [i]12:00 pm August 25th[/i]

By noon, the morning shift was declared over and the morning crew started exiting the Bay. They scanned their time out in their inner system, allowing the guards and detectors to check them out. Unfortunately, everyone had to be scanned and searched numerous times before leaving the Bay. All this was to prevent any form of theft and make certainty that nothing that went into the bay left the bay. This was near all sector limits too. Transferring or traveling from one sector of Byzantium to the next was a pain in the ass. There was security everywhere, especially in the outer circle of the Outward City. Due to the high crime rates, the government pushed forth for more law enforcement officers to guard the other sectors. They wanted to make sure criminals were unable to just roam wherever they chose. But of course, greed defeated any type of instruction. Officers of even the highest quality could be bought by the biggest names in crime. There have been a lot of instances where criminals such as Abban Burk, an Irish convict who escaped prison about seven years ago on a life sentence and is currently taking over the eastern sector of Outward City. That man had already bought over fifty officers, sometimes by actually providing cash, other times by threatening their families or loved ones. Abban was a merciless killer, most likely the one who killed the family that is all over the news cast. 

Unfortunately Abban Burk has yet to show up as a target for Conlon. Floyd had a desire to kill the man, but lived by his code, only killing those he was paid to kill. He wasn't your ordinary criminal, he had honor in what he did, trying his best to stick to the rules he'd set up for himself. Sometimes of course, the rules had to be broken to make the job as clean as possible, but most times, it was text-book take downs. 

Thirty minutes after he exited Crater Bay, Floyd found himself in Outward City back at the entrance of his apartment. He automatically opened the door with a switch in his system and entered. Unlike the apartment he had purchased in Greater Downtown that was under yet another different name, this one was complete trash. The mattress was who knew how many years old, the television didn't work half the time - which wasn't really needed do to the system within everyone - but was there to remind Conlon of his old home on Earth. He also had an old poster of a couple of television shows he used to watch as a kid. For example, he had a large Sons of Anarchy poster, a smaller one of Transformers and many others. He used to be a trivia guy so was very into movies and stuff like that. The thing that made him the happiest was that he didn't have to change for his wife. The woman loved him just as he was, through his worst and his best. For her, he was the perfect being, or so she said in order to make him happy. 

But at the moment, those memories faded as he called upon the computer in his head. "Bring forth everythin' I've gathered on Esteban Kovaleski" he ordered, having his system display everything onto the wall like a hologram. He started to scroll through the many files he had conjured and searched for Kovaleski's next meet location. To Conlon's surprise, the notorious Russian thief would show up that night at one of his rich benefactor's party - the son of Edward MacArthur. For some odd reason, there was no information anywhere on Edward MacArthur other than on his very successful banking career. Of course, he probably had something to do with Kovaleski, there was no possible way a gangster like him would just be allowed near the MacArthur's without some kind of invitation. Once again the damn government was covering something up they didn't want anybody knowing and Edward MacArthur was the one supplying them with the cash to do so. 

"Pull everythin' on his son Richard MacArthur" Conlon added to his search. Unlike his father, Richard had quite the record. He didn't seem to be a terrible child, but had his flaws. But the kid's main contribution was to Graviskate. "Link Esteban to the MacArthurs, find anythin" Conlon added, trying to find a connection other than the one he conspired on his own. "Now everythin' on tonight's party, location, time, capacity, cast, everythin." 

By this time, Conlon had already opened the information provided by Hanes, his employer. The information helped Floyd understand more about Kovaleski, but it wouldn't help him with the job itself. But as he dug through the ancient paperwork and suddenly found a note he found rather strange. There was a phone number, but no name on it or anything. Floyd inspected the note and made sure it wasn't anything that would catch his finger prints or something. With the present technology, it would be easy to catch him, but has been extremely hard due to his overwhelming precaution to take things slow. Though tonight, he would go against that and attempt to take out Kovaleski during the party. This chance was too good to just miss and in addition to that, would bring in the money the next day. It was time to work.