The three of them piled into their car and made a clean getaway, disappearing from the scene long before the sirens of law enforcement arrived.<br/><br/>They drove for an hour to arrive at the rendezvous with Mr. Johnson in a dark, deserted alley. Despite any misgivings about the location, cube and credstick exchanged hands without incident. Mika's share was reasonable, but it was only a small dent in her upcoming monthly payment.<br/><br/>By the time they got back to the garage they called home, it was five in the morning. Strife yawned as he got out. "Huh, an actual milk run for once. Normally, we'd go out and drink to a job well done, but all the good clubs are closed by now. Maybe tomorrow night? I need to catch some Z's, and soon."<br/><br/>Langley didn't even answer, just raised a hand in acknowledgement as he headed inside.<br/><br/>"You can take Orca's old bunk," Strife added to Mika.<br/><br/>The previous occupant's personal effects had been removed from the small room, leaving behind just the bare bones - a bed, table, chair, dresser, and closet. It wasn't much, especially for someone raised in the lap of luxury like Mika, but it was a place to sleep, and it was free.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(Finish up the day. When does she wake up the next day?)