Johnny had been accompanying the Pirate Queen and fellow P-Lackey 'Kay' up to the suite where all the big wigs were. The sight of augments on some of the people simply had his stomach turning, he forgot he was the only puritan in the room. He could feel his future children running around in a VR park, cyber psychosis free-living long healthy and natural lives. A 'Tannhauser Gate' cigarette hanged in his mouth as he lit it with a sad-looking zippo, entering the fray of political minds, deception and bloodthirsty killers. The PMCs showing up in mass and force were not to be expected, while the uneducated will think they are there for protection there are more roles a merc can play that doesn't show up on the media-screens. He knew first hand.

While everyone was so interesting, all these quirky power Mongols vying for one city he coulden't help but lay his eyes on Lott who was caught up in the middle of it all. After exhaling from a long drag he keyed back into the real, Lott speaking about the PMCs in her customer service, PR rep brain-fuck jamble. "They aren't here for just protection." He said ashing a bit of the Gate from the end of the tobacco stick, the ash hit the floor disintegrating - a sign of what's to come. "There are ulterior motives, obviously my dearest Ramona your average sheeple wouldn't see it. Thankfully us P's aren't your traditional submissive wage-slave."

He removed a small holocaller and entered a contact, a young woman's face appeared as it shot up in it's 3D glory in front of him as it exploded from the small holocaller. "Hi Johnny, what can I do for you?" The young woman chirped, obviously one of Lovecraft's legal lackeys. "I need you to dig up manifests, reports and everything you can on our esteemed PMCs in town. Go file an access to information request at the old townhall courthouse." The woman looked away from the holocaller, maybe she was taking notes? "Gotcha!" She said before she killed the called.

"My gravediggers are now in the process of digesting as much information as they can legally, yes - legally obtain regarding these groups. While we appreciate your modesty Ramona, sometimes you need a third-party contractor to look at it for you. If we feel like it, maybe we'll let the city know what these mercs are really employed for. I just hope our hand isn't forced." By this time the Tannhauser Gate had been smoked, killed! He flicked the butt out of his fingers as he began to follow the Pirate Queen - after her saucy little exit.

(Gravedigger - Legal lackey, a junior lawyer sometimes - usually does shitty legal work for their overlords like Johnny. In this case, filing request for files and diseminating everything they can. Gravedigger derives from this occupation is so dangerous or laborious whichever you want to believe, it just fucking kills you. )

Following her to the elevator, he began to process the sear amount of information and jumble spewed in that exchange. His reptile brain struggled, however, he prided that he would never be cyber-sick so let his damn brain work. He hit his head a few times with a couple small palm strikes. He felt like he was in a sense of danger, something happened - maybe back in the room? It was too late they were at the suite, Johnny's hands gripped onto something cold - steel? A handgun grip that was sleeping under his suit, maybe he wouldn't have to pull it out after all.