Night Geist: Everything is Expendable

Armand breathed the night air of new Los Angeles. He loved the nightlife, the neon signs. He strode down the streets, appearing casual. Finally he found what he was looking for: The Vaelkir, the latest sports hopper model. He glanced down the empty streets, and in less than a minute he was inside. He booted the build-in console. It was a magnificent beast. The connection to the net was top-notch. He installed his usual tools, silently humming a tune. An hour later, the police arrived. Under cries of "out of the vehicle! Hands where we can see them!" A man climbed out. He would serve a few days in jail, but he owed Armand a favor. The programs had eliminated themselves just minutes before. Geist walked down the streets of New Angeles. His account was several thousands credits richer. Tomorrow, some bloke at Weyland would lose his job.