The cigarette flares as you breathe the thick, stringent smoke. Eyes scan the scene quickly behind your cool, new Datashades. A drop of sweat trickles down your brow slowly. Your heart's beating at an insane pitch. A thump, thump every millisecond. Any minute now three Crumpocrats will be leaving Parfaxitas towers/lounge after putting the seal on a corporate merger/takeover involving Lenisker Corps. and some small (now) subsidiary companies. They step out, purple business suits with gold trims, monacles, cigars in hand...You take aim with the laser crosshairs on your antique gun. Three quick pops. One shot missed. One of the Crumpocrats lay dead on the pavement under the Ghost-Light lamps. One shot hit the leg of another, more slender Crumpocrat - he's hunched over near the entrance. Several Brantley-bots bust through the door along with some burly, angry looking staff. They take off in all directions scouring the streets for the culprit.