Elena gets rid of the windows in front of her, stashing them wherever.
She thinks to herself, "Morgenstern, keep and eye on those guys through security cameras, no police drones,"
Morgenstern beeps in Elena's thoughts in compliance. She puts up a map and location for Elena, if needed.
Elena rises from her spot next to a dumpster in a back alley. She takes a draw on her vaporizer and savors the shot of flavor, then proceeding to make her way towards the three.
She exits the alley, and the din and neon flashiness of the world envelopes her. The alley is messy, with some people here and there trying to sell various wares or produce, and despite all of it, it's bathed in the glittering neon and polluted with advertisements from various corporations.
Elena looks up, up to the mega-highway, mega-towers, and the glittering neon city that is the Salus district. It's a mile or two out, away from the laborers and labryinth of side streets and low income apartments that follow over eachother in the lower class district.
She searches starts playing some
music to herself to shorten the walk.