The day was late by the time Mika woke up. She found Strife and Langley working in the garage at their day job, pimping up a customer's ride. It reminded her that she should probably find something to do for her off time, after all, she probably wasn't going to be running the shadows every day.<br/><br/>Not today, though, Cata's car swung by the auto shop. "Hey kiddo, glad to see you survived your first run," she rolled down the window and called out. "Heard you're going out tonight. You interested in making some more nuyen? Got a client who needs some wetwork done in a club. The<em>Eastern Four</em>, it's new and nova-hot, so I heard. You might want to stop by even if you don't take the job."<br/><br/>"Mixing business and pleasure?" Strife shook his head. "You know that's not how we roll."<br/><br/>"Wait till you hear how much Mr. Johnson's paying," Cata suggested. The sum she quoted was formidable enough to make Strife stop in his tracks and Langley whistle, not to mention being a respectable fraction of Mika's monthly debt even after being split into three.<br/><br/>"Alright, what's the catch?" The elf asked.<br/><br/>"You're a sharp one, omae," Cata grinned. "The target's hiding out in<em>Eastern Four</em>because it's run by the Yak. He's not under their protection or anything, but they aren't going to look too kindly on anyone fragging up their turf, and he's counting on that. Well, someone wants to prove him wrong, dead wrong so to speak."<br/><br/>"Hm, what do you think, Hex?" Strife turned to her for her thoughts.