The Red Swan was at one of it's low points for night business, so parking and seating options were pretty open. Clientele from the Interstate tapered off hours ago when it got dark and the Go-gangs took over the major roads. At the same time, the locals looking to live below their station would still be drinking in touristville for another hour before they dropped into the Swan for an all-beef burger to help them get their head right after a night of downing girly drinks with badass names. The bartender stared the lot of you down as you came in, likely in an attempt to stave off boredom by guessing what each of you would get. The android barback rocked a little and hummed intermittently in a programmed attempt at displaying character. The menu ARO which greeted you at the door hovered expectantly in the corner of your vision as you found a seat. Before you could bring it up and absent-mindedly scroll through, an message came in from Johnny Hiro.
<@team: The Gibson Hall thing didn't go too well for me. Alpha Blue said that she'd make sure nothing sticks on me, but I've got to disappear while those files get lost. Bellview is way too camera-heavy for me right now. Speaking of which, my guy finally came back with info on the chip designer, Dutch Donovan. Looks like he's in Bellview too, just the lower side in the corporate suburbs, the Smallville complex. Whole plot of land is a Multitech corporate village. So, I've got his home address, but there's conflicting reports on whether he's there of not. One ear tells me he's here in Seattle, the other says he's been moved to Shanghai so the bosses can keep an eye on him. Might be worth a look, but I don't know. These guys are burning this whole thing to the ground - anything and anyone involved. Messy, fast and public is what we're up against, and there's no way we're going to beat them to their own home turf.>>
