Jon drummed his fingers on the seat absently, servos whirring as he did so. He didn't like this business with the van - since he'd started doing freelance work, he'd rather come to enjoy the freedom of movement and self-determination that it offered. Better than being packaged into a car by a megacorp and shipped off to where you were needed like a commodity. He dug his fingers into the seat, leaving shallow divets as the metal gave way beneath him. At least the accommodations they'd been provided were nice - he was getting tired of sleeping in shitty motels and gang hideouts, though it had been hard to sleep on a bed so soft. Not even for reasons of comfort, he was just so heavy he kept sinking into it.

He glanced up and for the umpteenth time, a target appeared in place over the head of the small, garishly dressed Chinese girl. "[i]Neural adapter detected,[/i]" the thin metallic voice in his head whispered flatly. "[i]Recommend severance at the base of the - [/i]" Jon grimaced and shook his head, and the digital display vanished. Whichever Maginot doctor had come up with that feature of the augments that had replaced half his body really hadn't considered how [i]annoying[/i] it would be.

Lacking anything better to do, he checked his email. Emily still hadn't gotten back to him with the information he'd asked for - dossiers on his teammates, news on Loingsech, any word on the black market about people being hired to take out some girl - but he'd known from the start that it was a big ask, and that she was busy anyway. He resolved to call her later, if he got a moment. A thin, high-pitched alarm exploded into his head, causing him to wince. Jon reached into his pocket, pulled out the small white bottle, shook two pills into his hand and popped them into his mouth.

The van arrived not long after that. Jon stepped out of the van cautiously, scanning the horizon for a sign of trouble as was his custom. All he saw was the woman standing there waiting for him, augmented to all hell and grinding a cigarette beneath her heel, whom the old man immediately started trying to glad hand. Jon remained silent for his part and stayed in the back of the group, looking up at the massive woman and trying not to let anything show on his face. She had brought them - she could speak first.