Synth approached the location of the meet, monitoring the net in the back of her mind. She spotted a familiar style of coding and a gentle smirk stretched her full lips. [i]Impatient, are we? Don't fret, little jacker, I'll be there soon enough. But the world does not revolve around you.[/i]

	Synth felt her spirits rise at the impatience demonstrated by the data peddler. Of course this could be due to a number of factors. The jacker knew what they had and couldn't wait to unload. They didn't know what they had, but knew they had heat on them and, again, couldn't wait to unload. They were young and impatient in general. Synth could speculate like that for hours. But she didn't need to. The building where the meet was scheduled was in her view and she'd taken the appropriate amount of time to scout it out.

	News of the incident at Ori's party was already aplenty on the net. Synth felt her anger coming back as the news focused on the injured CEO and completely ignored the staggering amount of casualties. And for what? Just to get to one corrupt corp head. Or was that incredible display of lack of subtlety just a smoke screen for something deeper, far more cunning and devious. Synth didn't know and didn't care. All she cared was the people who payed the price for those silly power struggles between the corporations and between the corporations and the criminal element. And now she'd lost three of her people to this silliness. Three lives given to save one. One would think the price was too high. But not for the people who'd payed them. Each and every one of her teammates was prepared to give that and more to offer the chance of freedom to those, who never imagined it possible.

	[i]Is it all in vain?[/i] Synth wondered as she reached her destination sending a quick ping to her impetuous data jacker that she'd arrived and business could be had.