Tech observed the camera set up as his audience left. He jumped as someone entered the door behind him.<br/><br/>"You have a job that needs doing, Techie ol' pal?" a man with several implants and a left cyber arm prosthesis asked him.<br/><br/>"Heavens, don't scare me like that,<br/>I could have had a heart attack!" Tech replied as he turned to his "friend".<br/><br/>"If you can still rhyme, then you don't need to worry about it. any leads?" the cyber enhanced man asked.<br/><br/>"Interesting, the prey has left!<br/>Get ready for another theft!<br/>And FYI, just by the way,<br/>This is work, it isn't play!"<br/><br/>The man nodded, not really bothered at Tech's constant rhyming. Come to think of it, he had come to accept that the man hadn't ever NOT rhymed.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Triket looked at Emery for a long while. "There was a 'Central Theme' to his clues? Well that's strange... criminals don't usually ask to be caught now do they? I still want to catch him, don't get me wrong, but why would he want to be caught? It isn't like he can keep stealing once we remove his helmet! Now, we just got a report of a break in at SYNCROPROS Labs. They manufacture hardware that can be, well... synchronized with human skin and vital organs to act as artificial enhancements. We aren't sure, but it looks like Tech's working with someone to steal from there. Can you look into it? I can give you a Tranquilizer gun, or if you prefer there's always the old fashioned R.E.D.S Grenades." he paused at her confusion. "Oh right, forgot you don't know our lingo around here. It stands for Remote Electropulse Detonatable Shock Grenades. They can short out any electric device. So which would you rather have?"