*Anjali stood under the flickering neon of a "DTUSHI MTRS" sign, her trench coat heavy with rain as she looked down at the shattered remains of a Reanimen drone. *"Great, another mess for the 'little people' to sweep up while the heavy hitters are off playing god in orbit," she muttered, kicking a piece of jagged metal aside to reveal a hidden serial number. She pulled a high-tech GDA scanner from her belt, the screen illuminating her face as she sighed, "If Cecil thinks he can hide this paper trail in my city, he clearly hasn’t seen my hourly rate."