<i>"Sixty year old tech, Bleu, chances are it got looted and scrapped fifty-nine years ago. Worst case scenario the buildings off the power grid too leaving me nothing to work with. If it still has a grid connection I can at least pull the plug at whatever opportune time. Mais, we'll see."</i><br/><br/>Valerie rolled her wheelchair past the junkie, not even noticing the shuddering man's presence. She kept silent, controlling her wheelchair remotely while sifting the net. The apartment complex they were after wasn't far off, but some of the territory around it looked shady. Not that she could do much about that anyway. Being able to crack high-end security systems meant shit-all when the people around you barely bothered to carry around a way to connect to the neuronet, something that had been standard for everyone up in the heart.<br/><br/><i>"Ex-PMC?"</i><br/><br/>Val noted quietly as Darion alluded to his previous job, suddenly more alert now. The gunslinger with them didn't look like the type that got honorably discharged, and PMCs mostly ditched members that were a liability in a way. Either to their reputation or wallets. The odds of 'Wombat' being someone who would be willing to shoot a crippled girl to sell her limbs did go up slightly. All she could hope for was that the man still had a slim bit of honour. It'd be way too easy for him to shoot Kal in the back for her liking.<br/><br/>Kal's short tangle with the man he bumped into didn't improve Valerie's nerves. She shifted her focus away from the neuronet, instead ensuring the shock-mod she jury-rigged into her cybernetics was at full charge. She wasn't exactly as defenseless as she appeared in a scuffle, but she was a sitting duck if there was a gun aimed at her. Limited mobility never did her any favours.<br/><br/><i>"Should be just a few blocks over now, Bleu." </i>She alerted the man before returning to her silence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>