Thovren walked out of the bar and eagerly down the alley to the familiarity and comfort of his workshop. He took a quick and habitualy paranoid look around him while keeping his cybernetic arm on his pistol grip. he still half expected a mugger or street junkie to try and jump him for a few credits. He quickly input the maglock code and hurried inside his van. He removed his mask and breathed in the air, it had the metallic scent mixed with a slight fume of lubrication and oils. And the light levels were far more reasonable. Almost pitch dark to a human but he loved them.
He tossed the credstick in his hands a few times, debating what it was specifically he needed. He would work on a list tonight. This to was slipped into his pocket and he gave a quick pat to his Doberman and jacked himself with the datachip. He was not as proficient as the hacker at sorting through the mass stream of data flowing through his brain. But he sifted through it as best he could. he stored the information into various files and subfiles. He liked to keep everything as organized as possible and that in itself was a process of some many minutes. He double checked the location of the safe house. Went over what few drone specifications that were provided, which were paltry to say the least. tried to find a good place in their perimeter to fly his dragonflies in. Windows to use, hallways to take, etc. He doubted any of it was current. They would have to hunt for this over the next month. 
After nearly an our of reviewing and sorting data he removed the chip and sat in silence. Tapping the tabletop of his workbench with one robotic finger. There was nothing more to it for the day. He pulled up the collapsible stool and set it down in front of the work bench, un buckling his latest basketball sized flying drone on the table. He casually opened up one of the plates to expose the wires and programming. Reaching for a handful of tools he sighed in contentment. Now this was company he enjoyed.