Sad Chaneque [Part 1]

A suspended monorail. The city’s most ingenious mode of transportation. Speeding through the entire city are hundreds of these monorails with countless Trains gliding to dozens of the hubs and train stations to keep the city’s people busy and productive. The only pitfall of these Transits is that there had to be a compromise of sorts for the development of these intricate systems. These railways and the carts gliding on them are some of the safest in the entire world. Ever since their construction, there have been zero failures or malfunctions during the time of operations. Each time there has been something even close, that particular cart or train was quickly investigated and out of service until the problem was located.

However, what makes them rather unfavorable of many is the lack of security from others, while on the train. The aforementioned compromise had to be absolute safety during the trip, at the cost of minimal technology for the security of the passengers. Often the security cameras will be hacked into by Tecperados, quickly falling victim to their thievery and cyber pickpocketing. But one thing is for sure, the train will achieve its destination no matter what.

Unfortunately, this is just the given life for many. As for one such young woman on today’s train. Almost expressing a feebleness that wants to scream for help, but can’t, for she lacks the reassurance in her life. Hiding colorless eyes with dreary platinum hair with the closest measure of self expression is a Industrial piercing accompanied by a small jade stone at the lobe, both on her left ear. Quietly waiting in the corner of the train to begin its route, the girl avoids all eye contact by staring out the window, also breathing condensation on it to blur her face from the outside. Taking hold of her usual strategy every few weeks. To avoid any potential victims that may recognize her, she’ll often partake this immoral activity at what seems to be random. What’s most interesting about her specifically acting in the world of a Tecperado, is how she justifies it. Her rule: Taking only what she needs, only from the upper class and tourists. As for a world like this there is no time to be concerned with others' moral compass: As the only one that is needed is your own.

At the busiest time of the day, rush hour. Any crowded cart will do for techno thievery. Nevaeh Navarro has located her targets for the day: One wealth, and two tourists. Any camera’s disabled, passengers’ sight diminished, access achieved into the first target. Slowly approaching the ignorant tourist; Nevaeh prepared her hacking device, no bigger than her thumb. It just needs to be placed on or near the target’s port to their internal cybernetic enhancements, and all of their coded information will be easy to read.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, sweet heart.” The tourist remarked with a chipper tone and demeanor, as they grabbed onto Nevaeh’s wrist once she got too close. They turned to face Nevaeh, the sight was very unfamiliar to her, but someone with an unforgettable smirk.

“That’s pretty impressive.” Josefine mentioned. “Don’t ya think it's a little early for hacking? Why not try a place with a little more color?” Carrying her signature smirk, this supposed tourist then proposed the suggestion to Nevaeh, who began to build with anger within herself at how she’s outmatched by this random stranger. The first time she’s ever been caught or even out performed in technology.

“¡Pendejo!” Nevaeh cursed, ripping her hand away from Josefine. Frustrated, she then moves to the back of the train.

Josefine then studied the somewhat sulking Nevaeh in the corner. It's obvious that this dainty, young woman has to do this type of occupation to just get by in this city. Josefine knew that, as her eyes grew with pity once Nevaeh’s hands covered her face. Josefine had the urge to talk to her, but the thought was swiftly erased as before she was about to be hacked by Nevaeh. She was discussing the mission with Kingsley, over the Thought Phone, or Mind Phone. A clever programing to display the selective thought of cyborgs to anyone, without vocalizing a single word. Almost telepathy.

“You there, Agent?” Kingsley asked.

“Yeah, one of the buildings might have interfered with the signal.” Josefine thought to Kingsley, creating a small lie.

“Sure, most of those structures are outfitted with a lot of dense metals. Be sure to take that into consideration when investigating.” Kingsley suggested.

“Yeah, anyway, something about kids hiring us?” Josefine remarked, with a casual sigh.

“Not just any kids. The children of the founder and President of BijouStars Inc. Known for the creation of the genetic coding that allows nearly everyone on the planet to have Cybernetic Implants without the body rejecting it.” Kingsley properly explained.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty important.” Josefine mentioned, sounding somewhat disinterested.

“It is, and why their kids hired us is equally interesting.” Kingsley mentioned.

“That very same President went missing.” Josefine answered.

“That’s right. Now, they were last seen in Iceland, however, a majority of their most recent business transactions and partners are in Nuevo Eztli.” Said Kingsley. “Even if they are not in the city, we should definitely learn everything we can that might be of interest about them, good and bad.” She then mentioned.

“Right, who knows how deep this type of thing can go. Then next some important CEO could wind up missing without a trace.” Josefine proposed.

“Exactly, if anything, we’re preventing the next major economic collapse.” Kingsley mentioned. “The moment this information escaped to the press, shockwaves of economic instability ran throughout Iceland and their allies.” She added.

“Got it, anything else, you’d like to add before I dive into dozens of hours of data mining?” Josefine asked, as the train began its silent screech to a stop.

“Just be careful. Nuevo Eztli has endless opportunities for this to go wrong and great at the same time.” Kingsley announced. “I have a feeling that this might turn into something much bigger than two children looking for their mom.” Kingsley added.

Josefine then made her way to the exit, slowly as the other passengers exited. She then took one more glance at Nevaeh—Hang in there, little Queen—She thought, wishing for the best of this young stranger. Now fully immersed in the city of Nuevo Eztli: Josefine has the beginnings of her new mission underway, one action at a time. Along with a new approach as well as new equipment. As her appearance is faintly reminiscent of the image she had in Alaska. Hair much longer from before; fancifully woven into a fluffy ponytail. Her body as a whole is remarkably advanced from before; updated to the latest cyber enhancements as this mission has high value clients and are providing proper funds for the investigation. And a face much like a porcelain doll: Perfect features with motionless eyes, lacking the need to blink for the consistent use to scan everything in her field of vision. Noticeable, yet flawless are the strong connections and interports for her cyber prosthetics with powerful devices. Josefine is equipped for an entire siege of tech-out challengers, and still able to promote the traditional idolization of feminine perfection.

Now she just has to find her hotel.