"Do you have a plan?" Zhang asks. At the same time she starts to slowly sweep her phone's light across the room, looking for any detail she might've missed.
You spot nothing in the basement left.
"If we're gonna get any of this biological stuff looked at its gonna cost tens of thousands, and it'll take time to find someone good at the job. We might have to do some dirty work to come up with the money,"
Elena swabs at the blood on the ground, looking disgusted, and drops the q-tip into a plastic snack bag. She looks up at you.
"I don't think you're the kinda person to steal cars," Elena remarks.
Daniel grimaces at the smell upon entering the room, grunting with disgust. He notices the pill bottle, and ducks down to reach for it, using his flashlight to help read the label.
You grab the bottle and read the label. Its full of high-strength painkillers.
Small red text on the lid, alongside Chinese characters reads, "FOR REFILLS, SCAN THIS SIDE UP."
You recall that most pill bottles have chips that track the prescriptions, refills, and other data.
Norum's lips seal together and his eyebrows raise for a second before his face goes back to normal. He scans the street occasionally, initially looking up into the windows of the buildings across the street to see if he could discern any activity for about half a minute. Halfway through a sigh, he hears a few grunts of disgust coming from within the building behind him and takes a few glances inside to see if he could see anything, then resuming his watch over the bike and car parked curbside.
The area is eerily devoid of activity. The only movement you see is a flying autonomous truck a few hundred feet in the air. The lights of the city illuminate the sparse low clouds.
Ryde walks over to the desk and looks upon it
There's nothing of note on the desk. It looks like it hasn't been touched in years.
Nevada checks out Elena's car for a moment before standing guard.
Elena's jalopy is a small, flat orange Yao Motors 4-door hybrid sedan. Its body has dings and scuffs, some plastic parts are beginning to sun bleach. The windshield is cracked, it smells like biodiesel, and the bumper trim is held together with drift stitches. The car's model is almost twenty years old.
