The Negotiator

Underworld

"Great work you two." Jameson tells them. "I'll get this chip to the guys downstairs immediately."

"Cool." Draven replies.

"Next, read those files the cops gave you. See if you can go anywhere from that." Jameson instructs.

"Yes, sir."

"See you two soon." Jameson says nodding.

They nod back. They take the elevator down, get in the car and takeoff. Draven stops the car and hovers in the air above a McDonald's.

"Hungry?" Draven asks Hope.

"Hell yeah." She replies.

They drive down into the city. Draven switches the car to drive. Wheels fold down and he drives into the drive through.

"Welcome to McDonald's, an android friendly establishment, what can I get started for you?" A worker asks.

"Can I get a twenty piece nugget meal, large fries, large coke, no ice."

"Alright what sauce?" The worker asks Draven.

"No sauce." Draven tells him.

"No sauce what the fuck?" Hope whispers.

Draven rolls his eyes.

"Can I get a cheese burger, Small fries, and a mocha frappè?" Hope asks.

"You got it." The worker replies. "Will that complete your order?"

"Yes." Draven says.

"Alright your total is $243.76 at the first window." The worker informs them.

"Thanks." Draven replies.

They drive forward to the first window. Draven pays and they get their food and fly off back under the clouds.

They eat peacefully, play some lofi hip hop, and Draven goes over the file.

"Mmmm look here." Draven points with a full mouth. He swallows. "Talks of android refugee in..." He pauses and sighs. "Japantown."

"Oh gosh." Hope replies.

"Yep. Highest violent crime rate in the city, ran by gangs, cop free. Being a cop there is like a fucking target at a gun range." Draven replies.

"We need disguises!" Hope tells him.

"And fake cybernetics."

"What?"

"Everyone there has some part of them modified. Cyber arms, legs, eyes. All we need are contacts and that should be enough." Draven informs her.

"Got it." She replies.

"I have some clothes in my apartment we can use."

"Girl clothes?" She asks.

"I have scissors." Draven smiles.

"Sounds okay to me." She answers.

They fly off to Draven's apartment. He sets his keys in the bowl on the counter and plops onto the couch as He calls Jameson.

"What's up, Draven?"

"We found a lead on a possible android refugee in Japantown. Can you get me the best combat agent in the bureau?" Draven asks.

"So, you need you?" Jameson laughs. "Alright I'll get....uhhhhh." He searches through the files on his computer. "A rookie." He laughs hard.

"What?"