Glint leans his weapon in the corner and begins to type at the keyboard. Screens flash as he searches for the location of the target. After a few seconds, a map appears. He cycles through the employee names searching for the target, and selects it when he finds it. A zone on the map zooms in, and a dot begins blinking.

“Hey boss, looks like the last time his tracker pinged he was down in Genetic Storage.”

“Roger. Let’s move.”