Luke finished his dinner and sat back in his booth. He pulled out a small notebook from one of his rear pockets and laid it out in front of him, opened it to a mostly clean page, withdrew a pen from the bent spiral and redirected his attentions to Nirvana.<br/><br/>'Alright, looks like we'll have to track them down the hard way. 'Ana, see how many orbital viewing stations you can access, and give me a readout on the city. Three or four stations should give us the data we need.'<br/><br/>Nirvana's holojection vanished with a nod, and seconds later a hi-res aerial view map of QU was displayed on his shades. 'OK, give me UV and infra-red filters...zoom in to 150 mile radius...now remove all commercial and non-residential structures...probably a safe bet to eliminate suburban and rural areas, too, this boy strikes me as a city crawler...doubtful he's a homeowner either, so remove all private homes and secondary dwellings...' With every command, the brightly lit mini-map grew dimmer and emptier, until all that remained were image locations of apartment buildings, shelters and hotel/motels.<br/><br/>Of which there were many.<br/><br/>'Right...'Ana, bring up the heat emission records for each of these locations for the last three weeks. Let's try to find ourselves a pattern.'<br/><br/>For the next three hours, Luke sat quietly at his table, pen in hand, occasionally scratching a doodle or a note in the margins of the page. For all the world, he appeared to be nothing but a night owl killing time at an all night diner. But internally, he and Nirvana were working furiously, checking ownership and registration records, digging for information that would indicate the number of people expected to be living in each domicile, and crosschecking that information against the infra-red heat emissions to determine how many were actually staying there. Information over a three-week period should have been enough to provide sufficient data to develop a few low level heuristic algorithms, and as the night went on the number of buildings displayed on the map diminished greatly.<br/><br/>At last, there were only 37 buildings left. A little more digging determined 17 of those to be squatters' residences. Twelve were simply unregistered home offices. Five proved to be instances of people using empty apartments to cheat on their spouses, and two were actually legitimate but were filed incorrectly.<br/><br/>But one...<br/><br/>The last residence was an apartment, on the fourth floor of Arcadia Towers. According to the records, it had been leased to QuantUmbraTech for several years, but there were no occupants registered. Yet satellite readings indicated long-term occupancy of a single tenant-and what's more, the current emission readout pointed to an additional heat signature.<br/><br/>Mystery occupant + mystery occupant = Lancelot and Guinevere.<br/><br/>Luke sat back at the table, a triumphant smile on his face as he stared down at the address circled on the page.<br/><br/>'Gotcha...'