[b]Noah Dulorme[/b] – 6:09 am - Outward District 6th point parallel – Little America – Rooftop of Project Building Alpha Byzantium weather is a phenomena in on itself. The gentle gust of wind, the feint warmth of a rising sun. All of these things felt real. Natural. But somewhere, a team of engineers were orchestrating every subtle nuance of today’s forecast. At least that’s what the centralnet said. Any information beyond that was left for the imagination. Looking out from the rooftop of his project building, the sun rose perfectly behind the Beacon like it always did, igniting its skyscrapers with a lavishing aura that brought permanence to its name. From where he stood, that place may as well have been on the moon. He imagined people in expensive suits drinking expensive liquor, dancing without a care in the world. Maybe someone on one of those exotic tower suites was looking back at him now, thankful that they’d never have to worry about ending up in a dump like this. [i]They must feel like gods,[/i] Noah thought. The weather controllers. The Beaconites. Hell, even people in the Residential Ward got it made. They’d be right to think so; if Beacon was on the moon, then Outward was back on earth. A loud scream was heard somewhere down on street level. Noah paid it no mind. He kept his focus on his hovercycle, double-checking the battery core's wiring. Within minutes, a pack of [url=http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/96/r169_457x256_16749_Drone_2d_sci_fi_concept_art_drone_scout_picture_image_digital_art.jpg ]sentry[/url] units darted toward the direction where the scream came from. One of them stopped and redirected its attention toward Noah. “Halt.” A grizzly, monotone voice echoed from the unit’s speakers. A beam of light flashed from one of its appendages and rigorously scanned Noah. “State the manner of your business Citizen Noah Dulorme.” He froze in place and slowly looked up at the Sentry. It was as large as his hovercycle, and its appendages were now armed with stun weapons. “Just fixing my bike before heading off to work.”Just then, a loud explosion went off not too far from where Noah stood. He turned west and spotted a burning apartment building less than a mile away. “Potential Arson suspects fleeing the scene. Rerouting to point 5 parallel for assistance. Thank you Citizen for your cooperation. Governor Aldridge wishes you a wonderful day. ” Noah felt the heat from the sentry’s thrusters as it bolted off into the direction of the explosion. He shrugged, then went back to tuning up his hovercycle. [i]Just another typical morning in Outward[/i]. ---- [b]The Beacon[/b] [i]7:00 am[/i] – UHF Banking Tower [Url=http://www.thejimbolist.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/danziskiehouseofcards1.jpg]Edward MacArthur[/url] impatiently stood in front of his workplace, United Hedge Fund, Beacon’s premier banking tower. Even though the event coordinator arrived on time, the 65 year old bank investor was still irritated. He hated waiting for people. It was beneath him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could get back to work. [b]“Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”[/b] “Yes we did. Edward MacArthur.” He reached out to shake her hand. It felt more like a chore than a welcoming gesture. “Listen, I’m pressed for time so I’ll get to the point. The reason for our face-to-face is so my son won’t try tapping into our conversation. He’s a bit odd like that. Anyways, it’s his birthday and…well, it was two days ago, but I haven’t had the time to plan anything special for him. He’s 21 you see. He and his friends want a night out on the town. I’ve heard that you’ve got quite the connections. Just make sure he has a good time.” MacArthur winked, forwarding a bio of his son via cyberbrain message. It is specially encrypted so only Delilah could open it. [hider=Richard MacArthur][img] http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAVNlaDfGlQ/TXl4QNvxDuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LaoELz7jqe4/s1600/douche.jpg[/img] [b]Age:[/b]21 [b]Info:[/b] Attending Beacon University of Prestige. Captain of the school’s Primary Graviskate team.[/hider] “I know it’s not much to go on, but you know how kids are. They tell you they like to do certain things, but then scrutinize you for bringing it up. He’s a bit too wound up, you see?” Edward didn’t discuss the topic further, leaving it up to Delilah for interpretation. He glanced at the clock displayed on the bottom left of his vision. “Any questions? Because I have one: How much will your services cost me exactly?”