<strong><em>Downtown Phoenix Metro - Phoenix, Pueblo Corporate Council - July XX, 2077 - 2200</em></strong><br/><br/>Having dropped down below the triple digits not terribly long before, the populous area of the Phoenix Metro had kicked into full gear. Physical signs were in English, Spanish, and the occasional Zuni, but much like every modern sprawl across the globe there was an exceptionally heavy overlay of Augmented Reality at every instance that could be tailored however you wished. By default however, the corporate-approved 'Phoenix Fire' allowed one to see the city in glorious, radiant flames inspired by the original Greek mythos and further influenced by the native shamanistic heritage of the various NANs.<br/><br/>There was decent amount of public transit, but ultimately rigger-controlled taxis were the most popular in the area; the tram system was seen as better if you were moving between city-hubs - such as to Tempe or Mesa - and the busses were not well suited to the 'on-demand' downtown crowd. Of course, many still owned vehicles - especially if they had to go somewhere often during the day - and one of the ironically more popular ones was of course the GMC Phoenix. Old-school muscle car popular in large part for the name, but once you got outside the city they often gave way to more utility-laden vehicles.<br/><br/>The Metro Downtown was split into two distinct sections - with two distinct security zones - split along Central: Avenue-side was filled with corporate presence but no extraterritoriality, populated with CEOs and high-corporate and government figureheads, while Street-Side was often where wage-slave and the lessers went to hang out in popular clubs and the like. It wasn't slummy per-se, but the average person who worked for a living could actually afford to spend time here, at least now and again.<br/><br/>Currently, one particular GMC Phoenix was cruising around the - admittedly absolute dogshit - Street-side streets of downtown looking for a specific club. Of course, being downtown there was no parking, but at least this facility used an underground lot, and they could find parking on the third level basement without much difficulty. The black (for now) GMC parked, the  outside of it showing it was clearly much more muscle than the average muscle car up front, and the inside had been converted from a 4-seat to a 1-Troll seat and a Rigger Seat. The fine lady in the Rigger's seat opened the door and stepped out; a moment of shakiness as she had jumped out of VR, blinking and refocusing her cybernetic, Golden heart-shaped irises and stretched momentarily.<br/><br/>The lady was tall - 2 meters in height - and was in phenomenally athletic shape. Despite being obviously Japanese, her skin was golden-toned and her hair was a golden blonde, her breasts were large, and her hips and ass - while *mostly* muscle - were considerably large. Her outfit was mostly a knee-length translucent black bodysuit, which hid literally nothing - including that the heart-shaped carpet matched the drapes. Literally may have well been a second skin, with cropped modern pilot's jacket that was likely mil-surp or at the very least private-market milspec with it's attachment points. The only other thing she visibly wore was her ultralight low-top running shoes, and a hairband to pull her ass-length blonde locks into a ponytail.<br/><br/>The young lady - she was no more than 19 at best - was surprisingly smiley as she glanced around and reengaged her AR overlay, and began reviewing the job they'd been given...<br/><br/>Her name was Himeno Himeko, but for tonight and this moment, she was called by a childhood nickname turned runner name: Merika.<br/><br/>"Elektra, do you need me to go over the target again?" Merika asked the other vehicle's occupant as she reviewed the task again, her English tinged with a slight bit of osaka-ben influence, as was common for those who grew up near the Shiawase headquarters (regardless of if they were part of the corp or not).