Just another identity rewrite. No big. Anonymous emails encrypted (with some pretty good work on the client's part if he did say so himself, he's a little impressed and a lot curious) sent back and forth till they decide on a price, a time, a place. York didn't really know what to expect as he pulls up on his bike, scanning the curb for- well.

Ideally an adult with a lot of money.

In his last email he offered the identifier he'd be wearing, a Bea up leather jacket and a helmet with green trim. The green tracking lights on the bike are kind of extra but hey. Homage to old friends is what one does. Rolling up and seeing no one but a kid? Dude must be late. Fantastic.