“Rumor has it from many sets of ears that a man has arrived here on Terra and in Prime.”
“Your ears hear about one man? Prime has hundreds of thousands going in and out. What makes this one special?”
“He comes here with the intent to kill me. As you noticed, I’ve already raised security here. I only have one lead. I’ve already informed Drem of the matter. He has all the details on the lead.”
“I’m to find one man on Terra who wants to kill you? I can easily go to the ‘lows’ and find many. What makes this one anymore of a threat? With the shit that you’ve done, many would want you dead.”
“He is a former Government Advocacy Agent. Same as you.”
Chap. 2: The Lows
The Celer lands upon a pad for another residential complex for the well privileged citizens of Prime. Upon exiting the craft, Sota grabs a duffel bag from a compartment in the 350R. He continues to cross the narrow bridge that separates Sota from life and death. As the end of the bridge is near, a set of doors open to reveal a five foot, nine inch male of caucasian descent and pale skin. The figure expresses himself in a suit and tie that is much like that of a Fortune 500 CEO. Sota approaches him with no signs of hesitation.
“The old man said you were on your way. I saw your piece of shit 350 come in on the radar.”
“Did he wake you up at a piss poor time as well?” grinned Sota.
“Yeah, old geezer had me looking at this information since I got home from that dump you call a nightclub. Did you even at least fuck her?”
“Drem, you know I would only just tease her.” Sota winks back at Drem as he lets out a slight laugh.
“Your dick would say otherwise, right?” the two kept a relaxed atmosphere as they walk into Drem’s residence. The room is in an apartment suite similar to that of Sota’s residential tower. As they enter his den, the numerous pieces of both modern weaponry and technology littered the tables and floor.