[ IP ] Walking the Lower City

The Lower City: Levels 30 and under. Ever since I got out, I hated coming back. 
 
 Today, I could n't avoid it. I needed to collar a perp, and that was only going to happen if I came down here and got him. He sure would n't be showing his face around Gamma Tier again. 
 
 I dismounted my bike and put it into lockdown mode; the power was drained and components sent completely inert, making it impossible to hack and worthless to the parts hunters that were doubtlessly watching my every move. This particular plaza was only inhabited by honest-looking ( for the Lower City ) people going about their business. Odd, considering any level this far down should be overrun by urchins, gamblers, crews marking their territory, and other street scum. They knew to expect the law, which meant my target would know to expect me as well. I would n't find him here today, but I'd find someone who could. 
 
 I walked past the level's market, adorned with the neon signs of an age long since dead and forgotten, and straight into the taxi company's office. An obese, middle aged Teflorkian greeted me, her human accent impeccable. 
 
 `` Hey there handsome, what can I's do for yah?'' She oozed, eyes blinking separately, her voice strained and gravelly; a smoker. Even species that should've known better got sucked in by our vices. 
 
 `` Officer Lansbury, Investigations Division,'' I say, flashing my badge. I always thought it odd the department insisted we carry these relics; why not just hologram it like everything else? `` I'm looking for Nils Dweeker, have you seen him?'' 
 
 `` Down the hawl and to ya right,'' she smiled, all 67 jagged teeth rotting - no, 66. One had fallen out. 
 
 I give her my thanks and begin down the hall. Suddenly, she calls out to me. 
 
 `` Awffisah Lansbury, is n't that your hoverbike?'' She asks, pointing out the window. 
 
 `` Why yes, it --'' I turn my head just in time to see a man with short brown hair and a dark coat speeding off on my bike. Dweeker. 
 
 Sighing, I ping the home office on my com. `` Thanks for your help, ma'am,'' I say as I exit. Knowing the department, I was in for a long wait.
