'No, nothing special' was the response, plain and simple, so it's a straight shot from changing to Yaeka's all sluttied up.<br/><br/>The drive is even longer, heading into north-western Brookline to meet Yaeka, fully entrenched in the middle-class residentials with plenty of Japanese influence, being just south of 'Little Tokyo'.  Her apartment is one of the nicer ones, borderline high-class, and in fact she's the one in the penthouse suite up top.  She buzzes you in before you even ask for her, and it's an elevator trip up to her front door, which again opens before you even get there (and it's not motion-sensing).<br/><br/>Inside is a technological paradise, computers, drones, and the like abundant.  That, and a woman dressed in a tight,<em>tight</em>white streamlined suit, traditional neo-Japanese style, and hair put in an odango style.  Arms crossed beneath her tiny bosom, dark brown eyes are<em>glaring</em>at you, a finger tapping against her arm as you enter.<br/><br/>"Took you long enough." she muttered, her voice thick with Kansai-accented Japanese "What do you have for me now?"