Luke wandered through the apartment, peering into each room and rifling through the various drawers and cabinets, and took a few minutes to raid the fridge. He withdrew a carton of orange juice and sipped it leisurely as he leaned against the counter. 'Place seems a little spartan, doesn't it? Well-kept, but...it's like this girl lives on the world, instead of in it. Honestly, you'd think she'd see we're trying to do her a favor.' Luke thought, as 'Ana skimmed through the building's mainframe. She found nothing of interest; the terminals were all dumb, and there was almost no direct outside connection. Maintenance use only.<br/><br/>'Luke, we should go. They'll be here in ten minutes.' 'Yeah, yeah. Alright, let's find the cat and...hm.' 'What?'<br/><br/><strong><em>~20 Minutes Earlier~</em></strong><br/><br/>'Found anything more about ArmsTech yet?' Luke asked Nirvana as he shuffled down the stairwell into the empty street below. 'So far all I've found is their public web presence. Officially they serve a lot of military and private army contracts, mostly just bigger and badder machine guns and anti-personnel hardware. I can't find evidence of anything more sinister than that; it's not an iceberg, it's a smokescreen. SOP. They seem to keep their real records on a closed network. No way in so far without a physical presence.'<br/><br/>'Alright, send a message to Marcos, let him see what he can find out. In the meantime-' Luke stopped short a few steps into the alley as Nirvana routed a transmission into his implants. "...please, let me...Miss Kit...be quick..." A smile blossomed on Luke's face as he leaned up against the side of the building. 'So, little miss has a little kitty? Aw, the poor thing must be lonely. We should pop in for a visit!'<br/><br/><strong><em>~Now~</em></strong><br/><br/>Luke picked up a small, ornate dagger from it's display stand. He grinned at the notion running through his head, and quickly removed a tracer round from his pocket. He unsheathed the dagger and pierced the bullet with the blade's tip, letting the neoglydium drip down the knife's edge. 'What's the point of wasting another tracer? You already marked Gabriel's car.' Nirvana watched, curious.<br/><br/>'Yes, but I haven't marked the girl, and she's our real target. A little redundancy never hurts,' Luke replied as he replaced the sheathed dagger back onto it's stand. He stepped back and withdrew his notebook, tore out two scraps of paper and scribbled a couple of notes. The first he placed beneath the dagger's stand, right in plain view. The second he tacked onto the inside of the front door.<br/><br/>'We don't want them getting too comfortable, now do we?' Luke smiled. 'OK. Let's get that cat and scat.' Nirvana overlayed an infra-red view of the apartment onto Luke's shades, giving him a precise indication of the cat's hiding spot. He crept over to the little make-shift cat carrier, reached in gently and coaxed the little thing out "Yes, there we are...that's a good kitty...good girl..." he murmured softly as he stroked her fur. He turned the collar over and read the name. "Miss Kit? OK, Miss Kit. You're gonna go on a little trip with Uncle Luke!"<br/><br/>Luke turned at the sound of keys jangling in the door, and grinned as the lock unlatched. Without a sound he activated his pgm and both Luke and the cat vanished.<br/>