Good luck and good riddance; the call would go out at 9am sharp, and the human kid - really, he was likely just old enough to get a license - showed up on his scooter with the name on the side of it.  Folding up the scooter, he stuck it in the back of Kira's car, hopped on the bike, and would follow Kira all the way to Docca's.  For the latina, she sent a message back with the code to get in, the garage would be open, plenty of space for the vehicles in question, and she'd probably be with a patient when he got there, but would be finishing up soon enough.<br/><br/>The trip was fairly quick, only about ten minutes.  Garage was up, they parked, the kid parked the bike with Docca's side-by-side, and got his payment (deduct 100 nuyen from your sheet).  Entering the code and stepping in, it appears Docca had a guest... a troll that<em>towered</em>over Kira, female judging by the tits the size of his head, dressed in a finely crafted classical styled women's suit, clean and sharp like any corporate shark... but looking up at her face showed long, curved horns from her forehead, long brown hair that was greying most clearly, and... a face with huge tusks that looked like she'd taken not just the ugly stick, but the whole damn ugly<em>tree</em>for a beating... and<em>lost</em>most definitely.  By reputation of her alone, this<em>had</em>to be Olga.<br/><br/>"Kira?" she grunted, her accent<em>heavy</em>Russian and slurred by her tusks "Docca said you were a man... knew she was lying, she prefers women.  You interested in some work?"