Tek took a long draw on his cigar, the cherry burning nice and red, as he approached a small bank of monitors in a non-descript warehouse. He had some local muscle around, and a few local slicers, but he was the only person attached to his employer on the ground. Thumb and forefinger pulled the cigar from his mouth as he let the smoke waft out of his nostrils, his eyes playing over the monitors. Emergency response to the initial wave of strikes had been as expected, as had some of the secondary hits done by local anarchist forces, who never missed an opportunity to "stick it to the man". Still, there was more work to be done. The underworld of Kuat was about to experience a shift in management, as Tek's employers pushed for a hostile takeover.
Digging into the first set of bombings would show that several were attached to local criminal syndicates, others would appear to just be popular places.
"Are the secondaries in place?" Tek asked the slicer in front of a pair of monitors off to the right, his cadence slow and relaxed. He took another deep draw on the cigar, and lazily blew smoke rings as he took a step over.
"Yeah...we've got ours set at the First Bank of Bankt in the business district, we've traced many accounts to made members of the..."
"Good." Tek interrupted, not caring for the specifics. They would be targeting the financial district and a couple residential areas that they'd tracked several upper tier criminals to. This second strike was designed to build upon the discord that the first stirred. Tek looked to the second slicer. "You ready to pull their funds?"
"Yeah buddy!" The bubbly slicer replied, sipping on a large caffeinated beverage.
"Good, blow it in two minutes, pull the money at the same time. Split it as discussed, a third in the liquid account for this op, the rest in my account." Tek turned slowly and walked back into the darkness. As the tapping of fingers on consoles faded to the background, the sound of breathing grew louder, along with the sound of a metal chain rubbing on a metal bar. Tek took another draw on his cigar and approached the prisoner. He'd had this one nabbed, he was a financial advisor and had given them a good portion of their information. It had taken a large portion of the funds Tek's employer had given him to start up this operation to find him, a loose link in the criminal underworld. It had taken a bit of percussive persuasion to get the intel, but so far it had been worth it. A pair of local toughs were watching him, the amused leers on their faces clear to Tek's cybernetic eyes. "We must thank you again, Thomas. We wouldn't have been this far along this quickly without your help." He said as he stepped into the wan light bathing the bloody body suspended from the pipes above. Smoke rolled out of his mouth. The ground shook only slightly as the next set of explosions were set off. They were fairly close, as this warehouse district abutted the financial district. Tek grinned, though he knew Thomas couldn't see it. Not through the swollen mess of his one remaining eye.
"Get ready for phase three. Take Thomas to the river front, he might need some more softening up, but make sure he gets found." Tek stepped forward as he pulled a syringe from a pack at his waist and stuck it into his prisoners neck. A soft hiss of air released as the liquid was pushed into Thomas's system. The chemicals within would obscure the past few days of his life. The toughs also had orders to do a bit more head trauma, though that was mostly to give them something to keep them satisfied with their work. Then they were to leave Thomas at a riverside park and move to the third objective.
Tek approached a landspeeder and signaled for the garage door to open as he slid into the driver seat. His next stage required his direct involvement. He needed to go to the home of a local crime boss and convince her that signing on with Tek's employers was the best option for the health of her and her business.
He drew on the cigar, then threw it out of the landspeeder as he accelerated out of the warehouse and towards his target.
