Most people believed that the top of Tetradyne Towers was abandoned. Governmental bureaucracy mixed with corporate bribery and kickbacks from the city's underbelly had seen to that. What was once supposed to be the top of one of the finest apartment towers in the city has been left abandoned and forgotten by all but the savviest of criminals.

The perfect place for the finest thief in Neo-Seattle to hide.

Inside of what should have been an abandoned upper level of a skyscraper was a clearly lived in apartment. That being said, it certainly didn't look very standard. It seemed to border between some recently "acquired" room for a squatter, and a museum of various jewels and devices. On what little could be considered walls, jewelry of various appearance and rarity hung from various hooks. A number of tables littered the room, with strange, half-finished inventions littering the space.

In the center of this odd mess was a man. He was dressed in what would pass in this part of town as nice clothes that were worn with wear and tear. A pair of safety goggles covered his eyes as he worked on a strange glider contraption. Removing his goggles to reveal his blue eyes, he looked over his work with pride. Another job, another successful flight. The old girl had yet to let him down.

The man, who was known as Derek, walked over to a nearby table. On it rested his latest "acquisition"; a necklace with a bright red ruby nearly the size of his eye. Derek bounced it on his palm a few times, and got a closer look. It was his habit to ensure that his catches were the real deal before delivery. It wouldn't do well to give a customer shoddy service. Certain that it was the real deal, Derek pocketed the necklace and sent a message to Myles, his personal fence, through a private message terminal he had set up.

"Goods secure. Ready for delivery at signal"

With that, Derek plopped down on his couch, and watched the sunrise through the opening in his wall. Today was going to be another excellent day to make a profit.