Kite rubbed at the bright yellow lemons on her neck as she waited for Miss Momoko to return back to the living room. She could never seem to get use to the posh lives lived by the people in Diamond Heights. The furniture was too white and windows too clear, almost like they wanted the whole world to see their wealth and personal business. But, then again, Kite supposed that they did. It's what many thrived off of, projecting this fantasy of the daily duties in Diamond Heights. Little girls from the Lower District would watch rich women dance and sing and do all sorts of things from their Geiger tablets and dream of making it big one day. Kite had given up that dream a long time ago.
	Miss Momoko. was a usual client, one who was scheduled to receive a new liver soon to replace the last one Kite had supplied a few years ago. Kite didn't have to be a genius or detective to know that Momoko had a drinking problem because of her husband's adulterous habits. She never asked those kinds of questions. The only questions she usually asked were: [i]"What's your blood type?" "Can this day fit in your schedule for surgery?" "How much are you willing to pay?"[/i]
	Miss Momoko strutted back into her living room, two drinks in hand. "I've been very much enjoying your new work, Kite," the older woman said.
	Kite smiled in return and accepted the glass, but did not take a sip. [color=7ea7d8]"Thank you, but I'm glad to get away from the shop for a bit and help my other clients out,"[/color] the girl responded politely. [color=7ea7d8]"Now, may we discuss prices?"[/color]
	Momoko laughed heartily and took a big gulp of her drink. Kite wondered how long many long years it took before the woman had stopped wincing at the fire burning down her throat. "You're always straight to the point, Kite, and I appreciate that very much. I believe you told me this new liver you have comes from a young boy?"
	Kite nodded. [color=7ea7d8]"A Complex kid, only 18, never touched a drug in his life. His little sister...she is afflicted with the bio-plague. He needs money for treatment."[/color]
	"But he has no physical contact with her, correct?"
	[color=7ea7d8]"Yes, ma'am, only through the Databahn. His liver might as well be brand new."[/color]
	The worry on Miss Momoko's face faded, and the wrinkles around her eyes loosened. She was a beautiful woman, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly how old she was. After all the plastic surgeries and biotech implanted in her frail body, who knew how many years she might have under her belt? She took another gulp of her glass. "You know me so well, so much better than the last people I dealed with. They tried offering me sloppy bio-engineered pig's livers."
	Kite forced out a chuckle. That wasn't uncommon. Pig organs match well with human body parts. [color=7ea7d8]"It took me a couple months of convincing and coaxing, but the boy has agreed to have his liver extracted tomorrow around noon."[/color]
	"And I shall be there as well with the money."
	The women politely chatted some more before Kite hastily left the apartment before Momoko's husband could arrive home. Kite boarded the monorail and speedily arrived in the Lower District. The place stunk of shit and piss and every other excrement know to man and AI, but the rain did its best to oppress the stench. Passing by a crime scene, Kite paused for a moment to watch as the officers shuffled around through water and mud. They covered the mangled body with a white sheet before carrying it into an ambulance. The work of syndicates, no doubt. It was only one of the thousands of bodies recovered from the trenches of the Lower District. Part of Kite wondered what they had done to be so brutally demolished, who it might be a message to. Was it the Shang Kal or the Headhunters or the Omega? Who the fuck knows. They all have something to be mad about. Kite walked on, kept her head down, and tried to forget the horrific scene. Despite seeing so many similar situations, so much that they seemed to blend together at times, each was as gut-wrenching as the first. It made her rethink taking on gang member clients at Sky Tattoos, but then she would remember the money they brought it, and she would be forced to swallow her discomfort.
	Kite stopped at a small sandwich shop run by a few robots and a cyborg manager. She somehow managed to down a grilled cheese without thinking of the body, and the odd sensation in her stomach ceased. Checking her watch, Kite found that it would still be a few hours before Sky Tattoos would open for the night. She settled back in her chair and watched the rain streak against the shop windows and people bustle on by.