I'm on my way

A short, encrypted message had arrived. You ran it through your decoder and got the message. "omw: Bearman". Where you were from, that meant he was on his way to your closest known safehouse with codeword Bearman. You check your logs. The previous closest safehouse had disbanded, the next closest was Black Lantern, but the only way he could know that one was closest to you was if he triangulated using data from two other people.

You search the logs for their codes, check the receiver and find that your friend couldn't possibly know for sure that Black Lantern was closest for you. The next one, which you already knew for sure your friend knew about, was Street Light. You double checked to make sure that was the only possible solution and after a few minutes of running computations you twirl around in your chair and step away from the computer. Your computer immediately began the process of encrypting and deleting files until there was no trace of your operations left. Easy.

You leave your room and head down the stairs. Your mom is sitting at the table having breakfast. You greet her, hoping to avoid any nasty comments today. You hadn't been on great terms with your mom since some bad hardware had irreversibly damaged her.

"I'm going to meet up with some friends downtown. I'm not sure what time I'll be back, but I'll make sure I don't starve. Love you." you tell her before heading out with a plain slice of bread in your mouth. You take the elevator to the ground floor and step out of the door to the apartment building. The city was brimming with life, as always. Everyone had places to be. Always on the move. The cycle never ends.

You eat the bread while simultaneously walking and buttoning up your jacket. Street Light, Street Light. That was near the harbour. Taking a cab would leave a movement trail, so would any other mode of transport. Only walking would ensure you'd get there without being traced. At least, if you weren't followed on foot.

You walk down the street, acting casual as always. If the org finds out you can't keep your cool, you won't be around for long in your world. From the very first meeting, the very first second you move with knowledge of the org, you're not allowed to make any mistakes. None.

You keep your walk to a casual stroll and your gaze normal. Not too focused, not too interested in anything around you. You move to the water to feed the ducks for a bit. You check the eyes of each one, and sure enough, two spy ducks. Surveillance cameras, used by either the gov or some other big corp. You make sure not to make eye contact with the duck. That would be a mistake.

You throw the last piece of the bread in the water and move on. The safehouse was only a few blocks further. It wasn't a very long walk, but lots could happen. Especially around these parts. This area was known for criminality. Both the good and the bad, as well as just poor misfits who were unlucky enough to get involved. You never knew what could be waiting for you around the corner.

As you round the last corner to the street of the safehouse, you see a flash in the corner of your eye, followed by a loud bang. You instinctively drop down to the ground and look up, trying to find the source of the explosion. You spot two men, unnaturally large in size, standing at the window of the building you had just passed. You also see a third man, falling. Shot.