This world wasn't hers. This business wasn't were she belonged and this man was but one of thousands living short, violent lives. Their hopes, dreams and betrayals didn't touch the space where she had dwelled. Valerie told herself all of that as she watched the emotions flit over the man's face and felt absolutely nothing. Empathy was never a stronger point of those who lifted themselves above the dredge of mediocrity with power, wealth or genius. Before her was a story unfolding, but Valerie was just a bystander.  This barely involved her. Ah well, if it made Mr Smg feel better.<br/><br/><i>"I say kid, but he was probably somewhere between 15 and 17 years old from the look of it. Wore a long brown coat way too big for him, seemed to be rather fidgety.  But then I can't really blame anyone with such a small stature being wary of others."</i>Valerie described Kal's informer in perfect detail. Her Image Capture module let her keep every moment she witnessed safe in a digital format to be recalled at her leisure. Admittedly, most of the data junction was of the all female biker gang rather than Kal and the kid's talk, but she still had that caught on 'film' as it were.<br/><br/>Valerie waved a cable playfully at the man.<i>"I've got a picture if you've got something for me to connect to."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>