The old man with mechanical arms looked at the pink-striped black mech-suit with a deep frown. Thin pink streams of data flowed across the suit's armoured visor while a holographic projector embedded in its wrist cast the image of a young man into the air.
The mech-suit's voice emerged cold and distorted through a military-grade voice modulator.
"Have you seen this person?"
The old man glanced at the hologram. The young man wore a massive hat whose brim concealed most of his face beneath shifting shadows. After a brief look, the old man raised his eyes toward the armed mech-suits standing before him.
"Yes."
The old man nodded without hesitation and pointed toward the restroom.
"He's taking a shit."
Instantly, every helmet turned toward the restroom. The leader's visor flashed before he motioned toward the door, silently ordering his subordinates to investigate.
