â€œOh yes, sure, Iâ€™d quite like there to be something big and mean around where Iâ€™m going. You too, rookie. Iâ€™m not thick enough to the lower decks alone. If Ironâ€™s half as useless as he was, heâ€™d still have gone to ground in the seediest place possible.â€ Wraith explained, sliding her thin form easily through the growing crowd. She had soon pressed her way back out to the landing pad, looking around. â€œHeâ€™d be looking for a way to another ship, get some downtime before he came back asking questions.â€<br/><br/>Wraith stood on the edge of the landing pad and took a look around, gathering her thoughts. Talking Iron down was just her competitive streak- it was rare that there was anyone in the whole mess of a program that Vigil was that she could stand, let alone someone sheâ€™d give a wide berth if it could be helped. Iron tended to draw a bit too much attention to himself for her taste, but he did come up with answers more often than she did. Unearthing corporate secrets was absolutely his hobby at this point, and whatever had been stolen from those banks was something that someone did not want anyone to know about.<br/><br/>Having a corporate AI around would make thingsâ€¦ interesting. However, Wraith had long suspected that Iron was able to have as much leeway as he did because he had a â€˜minorâ€™ corporate sponsor. Though Wraith was free to use whatever gear she wanted, she highly doubted Photonics Unlimited would be so genial about her repeated thefts of their technology if she stopped using it to fill their bounties.<br/><br/>Quite frankly, if she had asked the same questions as he did so often, she wouldâ€™ve been up on that board before he was. â€œRight, well, weâ€™re not going to find him outright. We all used to keep our safehouses secret from one another. The old guard was much less trusting than people nowadays.â€<br/><br/>"As a representative of Iron's corporate sponsor, this unit possesses information relevant to his activites which has not been made publically available," the machine piped in, "If your intent is to cooperate during this investigation, you are welcome to make inquiries regarding these private records."<br/><br/>â€œFantastic, then. When I want redacted corporate files Iâ€™ll eagerly ask you for them, then.â€ Wraith responded, clicking a device on her belt, a rush of air came rolling over the landing pad as a ship, hovered into view just off the edge of it. The thing was compact enough, but angular and aggressive, shimmering somewhat with the tell-tale signs of hardlight. â€œCome on, then, weâ€™ve got places to go.  And just think, Adbot, you can learn plenty about hard-light while youâ€™re aboard and take it back to Dredd and Law. Maybe then they could woo me over to their gear.â€ She added, watching a hatch open on the side. â€œYou too, rookie. Itâ€™s better if you get a good glimpse at some of the nastier side of this business early.â€<br/><br/>Wraith stepped into the ship and turned around. â€œSo, you coming or what?â€