Luke rematerialized outside of an abandoned car dealership, Miss Kit cradled limply in one arm. He made his way around to the back of the lot, avoiding shards of broken glass and puddles of fluids better left unidentified. There were no surveillance cameras for miles, and his network prevented satellite imaging from providing anything other than a 72-hour video recording. Luke brushed aside a thick film of dust and grime from a small section of the building and peered into the recessed retina scanner, while Nirvana accessed the building's security subroutines through an encrypted channel. The defense system shut down, and a part of the wall retracted to reveal a dark, descending staircase. As Luke passed through, the wall slid shut behind him and a mechanical arm emerged from the top of the wall to swing down and replace the disturbed dust and filth with a ''fresh'' coating, preserving the illusion of structural neglect.<br/><br/>Miss Kit jumped down from Luke's arm and ran to a pair of bowls in the corner filled with water and fresh tuna paste, and shoved between a pair of solid black calicos who were eating their fill. "Heckle, Jeckle, you two play nice with our guest," Luke called as he headed deeper into his command center. He reached a thickly cushioned, six-wheeled office chair and sat down in front of an expansive bank of monitors, each offering a different view. He removed his shades and laid them on the table as he scanned through each screen, one by one, reviewing the progress of various operations currently ongoing, and picked up a small black headset lying on a nearby desk. 'Let's see how things have been going without us, 'Ana. Bring up cameras 15 through 20, give me eyes on the Calloway op.'<br/><br/>Six of the screens changed to show a young man with light hair and a heavy coat loitering outside an office building. 'Ana opened a comm link and Luke spoke into the headset. "Chen. Have you made contact with the target?" The man almost jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice coming through his earpiece, but composed himself short of actually screaming in terror. Chen looked around for a moment before replying. "Affirmative, boss. Op has entered its terminal phase; I'm awaiting confirmation of the package's delivery now." "Excellent work. Keep me posted." Luke made a cutting motion with his hand and the comm link was terminated.<br/><br/>For the next two hours, the song remained the same. 'Ana monitored communications and progress reports as Luke made contact with various operatives under his command, requesting updates and accepting or denying requests for backup, supplies, timetable extensions, whatever was necessary. At last he leaned back in his chair, pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and asked 'Ana to display the girl's location. On the move again. Two blue dots this time, she'd taken his note to heart. Marvelous.<br/><br/>'Do you think it's wise to allow Ureha to continue holding the girl in his custody?' 'Ana asked as he rose from his chair. 'Hm, probably not. At first I was worried about the other players that might have been involved in this, but it seems clear that Joren is only after Ureha's younger brother, and I doubt the Agency has any interest in her. Marcos suggested I let Ureha handle the heavy lifting, but at this point that only increases the risk of our opponents learning of the girl's existence. No, I think it's time I brought her home. I'll give her a few more hours with Wonderboy and get some sleep, then we'll go collect her.' 'And Ureha?' 'What about him?' 'You've said it yourself; he won't let her go easily. How will you deal with him?' 'The same way we deal with any other problem, 'Ana. Decisively.'<br/><br/>Luke left the command center and shuffled down another flight of stairs, this one leading to a small room at the end of a long, well-lit hallway. He shoved the door open and kicked off his sandals, tossing them against the wall, and peeled off his damp bright aloha shirt to reveal a deeply tanned, well muscled, and frighteningly scarred upper body. He stripped off his cut-offs as well, and dropped the wet clothes in a pile opposite a large walk-in closet. Luke fell onto a large, bare mattress and fell asleep almost instantly.