Eva
Meeting at an open-air Chinese cafe. Cyberpunk Moscow.
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2126, Moscow
The h11r1's office isn't easy to find — it's tucked into a basement space, accessible through a dim tunnel between Troitskaya Metro Station and Housing Mega-Block 13. A veritable mouse hole.
Today, the yellow door is closed, though.
But you quickly spot Eva, the h11r1's assistant, sitting in a small Chinese open-air café just fifty feet away. She's drinking coffee and smoking — a Latina, around twenty-five, elegant, as always, in her iridescent synth fur manteau.
She notices you, too.
A barely perceptible curve flickers across her thin upper lip for a millisecond — displeasure at the anticipation that you're about to annoy her. But she's too much of a lady to show anything more. Instead, she takes a graceful drag on her cigarette, gazing into the distance with her large brown eyes, accepting the inevitable...