The young man took it and looked it over, then raised his hand. The skin on his left wrist automatically opened, revealing a data port. He connected the storage device, took a deep breath, and then turned to leave without saying a word.
The incessant rain was full of dark, toxic infiltration. Coupled with the Federation's issued [Outer City Curfew Suppression Order], few could be seen on the streets at night.
The young man, walking briskly, navigated through the streets, entered a nondescript building passageway, and walked through the pitch black until deafening sounds began to emerge. He pushed open a door, revealing a noisy underground bar.
All the patrons wore various weapons, and even the female waitstaff in ultra-short hot pants and black fishnet stockings had two large-caliber revolvers at their waists. A small, red orb was tattooed on the slim back waist area.
