It had been a long two weeks or so, the minutes of each day dragging on at snail's pace. The tension in the Underground slowly began to settle down, but not fully, with most omnics still resorting to theft for supplies.

You had been walking around the street when you saw a cloaked figure run away carrying a seemingly stolen parcel, so you quickly gave chase.

The cloak fell off of the person, revealing a female omnic with a cyan blue mohawk, and you caught up to her quickly.