John left the East District Underground Shopping Street.
He activated the Atlanta Virtual Network, yet it showed that both vehicles were outside the service area.
The Silver Rider 577 was chopped by motorcycle killers and taken by the Black Gold Gang for factory restoration, and hasn't been returned to him yet.
The Alloy RCH should still be in the parking lot of the Damascus Camp, at the edge of the city's local network.
Unable to remotely summon through the locator program.
John walked through the bustling East District underground mall.
He picked up a nearly depleted Funds Card from a drunk junkie to buy an early subway ticket.
He stood beside the dimly lit, graffiti-covered platform, gazing at the pitch-black tunnel, as if he had returned to that day at the black clinic on Beyond Avenue.
There were few passengers in the early train, with raised hoods and faded prosthetic limbs silently portraying—each person's wear and tear living in Eden City.
