[Kale Allerion]

I need a friggin' car, Miika thought for the umpteenth time as he slumped in the backseat of a smelly taxi cab, pretending to listen to the driver rambling on about his love life. The words had lost all meaning, and now all Miika could do was nod occasionally. He dared not say anything other than, "That's rough" or "Pretty crazy", when appropriate.

The lights of Paradigm flooded through the window of the dark cab.

Heh, Paradigm.

It was supposed to be Heaven on earth, but with Veronica and her lackeys roaming the streets no one was safe.

I wonder how Naria is doing. Miika sighed, remembering the face of the woman he would have to go to for information on the Enforcer he was after. Naria was a high-ranking Enforcer herself once, but somehow she managed to escape that life and became a major help to the assassins. She either had, or could require, all the intelligence necessary to complete the job - names, codes, weapons, etc.

The girl was practically always on the run, though.

I wonder if she ever wants to just escape Paradigm and live a normal life? Miika thought. It seemed like her desire to help bring the Enforcers overwhelmed any desire to live a simple life, but then...she had a harder job than any assassin. Ever since she escaped the Enforcers, they pursued her. She had to break into their facilities, filled with people she already knew.

"..And what do you think of that?" the cab driver said, louder than he had before.

"Pretty crazy," Miika said, feigning interest in whatever this guy was talking about.