"We aren't exactly downtown. Closest Yakuza holdings are in Touristville, and they're no HTRT. Still, if it means getting out of here before we're swamped with freaking cyberninjas, I say fry them all. But, really, since Miss Dermal Plating 2060 here doesn't have the cyber that fried the first one, I'd say it's safe to ask her without her brain exploding."
Brian paused to take a look around the dingy, spartan basement. "I'm not too sure about the response we'll see here. By not paying rent, the yaks are essentially squatting here. Meanwhile, have you seen any security besides some old locks and two mooks only half as tough as a single Crusher? This place is a scab, ready to flake off."
Taking the financial commlink, Brian began to browse for any transaction that would fit the boys frame and purpose.
"We've got to wake the madam. Ask her about the boys and the symbol. Find the tattoo or whatever and get the frag out of here."