[center][h1]SET[/h1][/center]

Perched atop a building on the other side of the road, Set Liu watched and waited.

He was used to the boisterous cyber-cacophony of Night City assaulting his eyes and ears 24/7. But up here, it was deathly quiet--at least for a netrunner. Surprisingly, it made him nervous. His brief time in the chaos of Indonesia's jungles taught him that the longer nothing happened, the more that something [i]would[/i]. That didn't make any real sense, but neither did anything that had happened to him over the past two years.

Set brushed his fingers over the cold steel of the submachine gun concealed within his backpack. He had shot people before, but he was leagues better at sending chooms into comas before they even knew he was there. It was for that reason he hated jobs like this--no matter how excellent the team, shit would always find a way to the fan. And this--at least for Set in the meantime--was [i]not[/i] an excellent team. 

All Set could see now through his cybereyes were vague silhouettes and outlines in the interior of the apartment complex. There was nothing to see, if he didn't know what he was looking for.

The team's comms crackled to life. 

"I, uh, concur with Maya. I don't like the idea of wading through all these chromed-up numbnuts starting from the ground floor up. After we get his room number, the team should try and enter from the roof." He spat out some gum. "I could meet you guys there."