"Yeah, thanks Docca," Kira said, forcing a bit of a smile. "See you later." He turned and headed for the garage. Kira took a moment to look between his motorcycle and car, deciding which he felt more in the mood for. He opted for his bike. Closing the garage behind him, Kira kept his eyes on the road, but brought up the dwarf lass's number on his display. He ended up zipping by the Cathode as he started toward the highway. He'd call her later. Revving up the cycle, the elf hacker zipped onto I-5. He would send a message to Rhys, see if she wasn't too busy for a bit of drinking and a night on the town. Kira figured he'd treat her to a evening using some of the money made from the recent job, a show of gratitude.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Speaking of Rhys, the mutual fixer for Kira and Docca would be sending the Latina elf a message that amount to: "Got a Johnson with a job that needs to be handled soon, if not immediately. Window for acceptance is narrow. Your background knowledge and history would be useful here. Client wants you to assist some people from Docwagon with something. Interested?"