The movements within the West District can't escape the eyes of the Black Gold Gang.
Bone Shards is aware of his movements.
Silver Rider 577 slows down gradually, pulls over, and stops next to a flickering vending machine.
Bone Shards' voice echoes from the phone.
[To do business smoothly, you need connections and channels. The company can indeed call the shots in the city, but the municipal government isn't entirely soft. They seize opportunities to carve a piece off the company.]
Knock, knock, knock.
John's car window is tapped.
A strong black man in a suit stands beside him, handing over a box containing a data key, then decisively turns away, heading toward the Bolago Club in the distance.
[Item: Original Authorization Document [EI-674-04]]
"What's this?"
John looks at the black metal in his hand, unable to figure it out.
Bone Shards patiently explains to him:
