She peered at the nearest screen, squinting at the mess of code. "You're looking for him right now?"
"Yep. I'm hacking through the systems of the military, using their drones to locate his position."
Morrigan frowned at the grainy footage. "All I see are rubble everywhere."
"I know. But these military drones have heat signatures that I use to track him down."
"Smart."
"Thanks."
Suddenly, alerts blared. The screens lit up with new data.
"There," Aris pointed, nearly knocking over an empty energy drink can. "Fresh footprints. Exactly the size of Kazuo's feet."
She leaned closer. "Where do they lead?"
"Let me check," his fingers blurred over the keys. "It ended at some kind of abandoned bank."
"What bank is it?"
Aris zoomed in on a crumbling sign. "Looks like... Banque Nationale de Paris. Old 21st century relic. It's in the 8th arrondissement, near what used to be the Champs-Élysées."
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