Death of a Salesman

The fixer looks none too happy but waves a hand and the two syntha-goons step off. He continues alone towards the rec room along with the other fixers.

Last to arrive is Jaws, who pulls up on a Maserati street bike alone. He smiles and nods to Sergei as he strolls up, helmet under his arm.

Holla choom, how's it look in there? Everyone else arrived yet?

With the team divided and everything looking secure, the participants take their seats inside and soon the auction is underway. The first item on the list is a map of the territory that Vikktor held, it's range having been parceled into three functional neighborhoods which go rather quickly to three of the bidders.

Next up is Vikktor's armored town car, an exquisite high-end vehicle with hidden turrets and a mini SAM system in the trunk. Three of the participants abstain from the bidding but the other three make feverish bids in an effort to upgrade their own fleet.

Finally the cyberdeck with Vikktor's clientele list is brought out of an armored case...

Outside, Mr Brett spots the last thing he had hoped to see; an NCPD patrol car pulls slowly into the parking lot...

Flesher turns toward the patrol car and one of the officers rolls down the window, visibly calmed by the presence of Trauma Team.

Whaddya got? Junkie OD or something?

The officer smiles coyly and takes off his sunglasses,

Slow night, gang fight earlier but already scraped that up. What's with the corpo convention? Lot of muscle for a late night pick up game.

Numa continues to gaze out towards the windows but his smart glasses are showing the WiFi router access terminal.

The first bid is made, 50,000¥.