"Where the heck did this guy run off to?"
A tall and a short man, both clad in exoskeleton armor, walked through the dimly lit alleyway. The short man glanced around impatiently, smacking his lips as he spoke.
Raindrops trickled down his helmet.
"After all, the target is a C-level Transcendent,"
the tall man said, scanning the surroundings with the flashlight on his helmet. His calm tone soothed the short man's agitated heart.
The short man fished out a pack of cigarettes from the box on his arm, stuck one in his mouth, and then offered one to the tall man, "If we find him, should we shoot first to claim that hundred thousand bounty?"
"Unnecessary,"
the tall man replied, putting the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it with an electronic lighter. The hazy smoke drifted through the curtain of rain,
