He limped hard, his human joints beginning to bear the load his augmentations could no longer. The relentless Arizona sun jolted his fading power levels, but burned his wounds from the landing. What troubled him the worst though was his burned out modem. The modem was his most critical implant, it was his link to...everyone. There were a thousand different powerful officials watching his every move through their displays. Having disappeared from their view, half of them would be mobilizing to recover their lost agent, while the other half would be mobilizing to terminate him as an intolerable security liability.
Having made his peace with his dire situation, he paused to flatten his torn mission patch against his suit - "Spcl. Alv" was all that remained of his name badge. Struck at the irony of the condition of his patch reflecting accurately the condition of the mission, he tore it from his suit and tossed it aside - it would bring him nothing but unwanted questions where he was going. A city that, like all others, knew nor cared of this particular dangerous game their government played, or of his role in it.
The battered mission specialist set out towards the city - the remaining distance he could not cover during his decent, he would cover on foot. Even in the furious radiation of the Sun, his energy level would not hold out forever. He knew that once his energy was depleted, his options would become very...limited. Nevertheless, the first thing Alvin needed to know was how long had he been away. "The day's newspaper was the best way to be sure" Alvin thought to himself, and he limped toward a large public library.
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