And 'Rora was on the move again. Miranda took a moment to thank god that her quarry had such an old Soul to still be using an Old World Asphault roller. Sure, it was faster than her Hornet, but it left nice, fresh tracks for her to follow on Ghajotia's mud caked roads. She checked in on the bidding war going on for Ms. Baines last known location. A lot of people had dropped out and it had gotten to the point where the boys started Nickeling and Dimeing each other, raising the minimum bid after every "Going once, Going twice", the tedious gunsels. But a part of Miranda welcomed it. It was almost like a routine day back when she and C first went into business, bidding on who got had the privilege of a ministration by the mysterious and secretive Florist. 
Except, back then, bidders didn't suddenly disappear after a sudden earth Shattering Kaboom. Mouth's boy did a quick IP check on some of the bidders who went silent. It was ugly. Whatever hit down there was doing bad things to the locals. 

This was getting too rich for her blood. Miranda had long prided herself on making the smartest play she could and tonight that would be to close the bidding, hand off the Info to the lucky winner, go home, take a nap, and pay respects to whoever the hell would be running the world when she woke up. How much could things possibly change? Lose a few clients, gain some more, listen to the bitching of whoever still survived. There was no sensible, profitable reason to keep on keeping on. Just like there was no profit in telling Po-Po about the kid.  Miranda sighed, and sent a call out to Casio.