The Tennobashi-zu station was the third stop of the Narita Subway Line, an important line to affordably ferry passenger arrivals into Japan to neo-Tokyo. The stop lay on the outskirts of greater neo-Tokyo. Passengers who used that station did not intend to enter the city proper, but were likely to be headed to the suburbs. Neo-Tokyo had grown exponentially in the 21st century, co-opting all its neighbouring regions, towns, and even satellite cities to become the largest megacity in the Sixth World.
This suburb station was atypical. A quiet affair, its ground floor was open access, wide shallow steps led to the station. To the left were the escalators leading downwards, to the right, a lift took one to the ticketing level. A drop off point and a car park occupied the space in front of it, beyond which was the road leading out to various turnpikes and exits. Down at basement level 1 was ticketing and the turnstiles. The station control office occupied the middle of the floor, but it was largely unmanned and automated. Ticketing itself was an entirely electronic affair as well, with transactions made by commlink scanners for the most part, and by credsticks for those who avoid electronic payments. Basement 2 was the train platform. Trains ran every ten minutes on both sides of the platform. The centre was largely clear space, glistening white tiles in perfect symmetry, interspersed with upright holopanels displaying train routes, arrival times and assorted ads.
As Clint entered the station at the ground level, he noticed two things. One was a man exiting the elevator on his right. He wore a long hooded coat, and moved smoothly towards the car park and exit. He looked nothing like the picture nor description of Jacques Etienne, nor was he carrying anything. One or two other people were also at the station, heading down via the escalator. He had to decide where to intercept the courier. The layout of the station was easy to figure out from the station map he browsed and memorised easily. The other thing he noticed was a police squad car turning into the car park.
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Forgot to answer, yes it's a matching pair of Ruger Super Hawks, over-stylised to look like wild west revolvers seen on Japanese trideo.
Down below at the station platform, Hotaru wasted no time in slaving the rotor drone to his rig. His father had somehow made sure he had all the resources he needed, even as he sent his son out of the country to protect him from danger. Unfortunately, danger seemed to have followed him to Japan, beginning with the betrayal by a false Dillon Halbert. All the same, having his familiar drones gave him a sense of security, so much so that even the current police surveillance didn't bother him momentarily as he fired up his drones and directed them expertly to the various locations. The two Hornets and one of the Horizon Eyes began to fly their way towards the escalator exit, while Hotaru stood at the elevator to wait for its arrival. Another Eye he sent towards the side of the platform where he had alighted from the train. The three passengers at the platform all turned to Hotaru as he began his acitivity.
"Excuse me, what is going on?" One of them asked, his polite Japanese belied his concern. Another passenger nearby mentioned something about alerting station control.
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Roll Clearsight for your drones. Currently they are all still within one floor range from you, so there are no noise penalties.