Derek woke from his quick rest in his apartment. Being something of a night owl, he preferred to get his rest in during the afternoon. It kept him fresh at night, and off the streets during the hustle and bustle of the day. While Derek certainly enjoyed company, he found crowds to be annoying. They were harder to keep track of, and obscured his vision. He took a quick look out of his "window". The sun was beginning to set, which meant it was time for him to prepare for his nightly adventures.

Derek grabbed some food to eat before setting out, and booted up his terminal. It was time to find out just what Myles thought would be so interesting. He navigated to where his jobs were saved, and clicked to filter for "new; unclaimed". The job appeared on the screen, and Derek nearly spit out his food in surprise when he saw the image of what he was stealing.

The Gemini pistols; his father's personal weapons.

Derek narrowed his eyes and began to look over the details. The buyer was anonymous, and apparently had offered a massive sum of money for it. Considering his usual rate, Derek could make out of this well enough to do whatever he wanted for nearly a year. Still, something was off. Derek new from experience that no job this good came without a catch. And wasn't just that this buyer wanted his inheritance. This smelt of something wrong. It was time to do some snooping.

Derek gathered his equipment, and flew out of the apartment on his glider. He needed to sort some things out. For some reason, he found it easier to think while he was flying. Something about the view and the air rushing past him. He began to think of things he hadn't considered for a long time. Just who had bombed his home? It had been so long since he considered that, he began to get a new insight on the possibility. There was too much in the way of greedy corporate slime and criminal BS to pin anything down. And he didn't know enough about his father's dealings to start.

Derek landed on a skyscraper's roof, and re-positioned himself. He turned to face the government building. With the massive amount of corporate freedom nowadays, it was hard to use government records to track anything. However, his father was a freelancer; one of the last of the greats. Derek took off again, and flew towards the building. Maybe he would find something there.