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[sup]Fixer's Hope - Safehouse - Morning[/sup]
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"So who's the chick?"

"Tommy's friend."

"Where's Tommy?"

"Dead."

As Hisano came to consciousness, she was vaguely aware of a small conversation happening off to the side. The room, while technologically advanced, was still just a small apartment after all. Opening her eyes, she could see Talesin, still sitting on the couch, same gun in hand, almost as though he hadn't moved when she had passed out hours ago, though his change in outfit clearly disproved the theory. Gone was the vest and buttonup of a bartender, and in its place, a plain white tanktop- his cyberarm now clearly visible without the sleeves to obscure it. Standing across from Talesin was another man, about her age give or take a few years. He was tall- not as tall as Talesin, but pretty tall. His skin, hair and eyes were all varying shades of brown, and aside from a single long scar that snaked down from his brow to his lip, his skin was clear and impeccable, surprisingly so for this area anyway. The new man wore a dark puffy vest over a long sleeve- sleeves rolled up to reveal a pair of identical, black cyberarms.

Noticing her flutter to consciousness, Talesin leaned his head to regard her. The black male also turned around to face her. "Ah, you're up. Good." remarked Talesin. "You seemed tired so I left you to sleep."

"Don't blame you, last night must've been a long one from what I hear." the black guy commented. 

Talesin nodded, "Either way, its good you're up, we're not out of the woods yet." 

Talesin gestured to the table in front of him. Some of the weapons and clutter had been brushed aside to make space for a small plate and mug. The plate was nothing special: Nutrisoy-scrambled eggs, a highly nutritious but vaguely soy tasting paste reshaped and retextured into the shape of scrambled eggs, with artificial coloring and flavoring- a standard of low-class living. The mug had a steaming cup of soycaf- again, a soy based solution synthesized into the approximate taste of coffee, with caffeine added into it to give it the effects of the real thing. The meal itself was rather bland, though filling and nutritious.

As she ate, Talesin passed her a new phone- a cheap looking, plain piece of rectangular plastic with a glass screen. A burner phone, something that anyone could buy off a vendor, pre-loaded with call minutes, and texting. "You should use this for the time being." Talesin said as a way of explanation. "If the corps are after you, they're probably tracing your phone. 

"First course of action for today is getting you anonymous. Off the grid. That means erasing every trace of you in corporate databases: ID number, credit history, birth certificate, everything. That was probably Tommy's plan for coming here anyway." Talesin continued, absentmindedly observing her as she ate. "Unfortunately, I've been out of that game for a while now, I don't have the resources handy to make you disappear- not entirely anyway. Luckily, I know someone that does."    

"You're looking for a man named Siu-Feng Ho, Triad dataminer and local tech-expert." Talesin said, pausing before gesturing to the other man in the room. "Oh, and this is Wire, he's in better shape than I am, and not wanted by the Triads, so he'll be going along with you to make sure you don't get into any trouble."