After settling their dues with Shaman for the weapons, Arlo and Remi exited the Ulysses establishment, making their way through the bustling streets of the Psionic District.
In their possession were two briefcases each, safeguarding a katana, a pair of kukris, a shield, and an enigmatic item that Arlo had specifically requested.
"What's in the fourth briefcase?" Remi asked, her curiosity piqued.
"That's not for you to know," Arlo replied curtly.
"I did pay for that weapon," Remi pointed out, to which Arlo retorted, "With my money, nonetheless."
Their banter continued as they approached the world's tallest edifice, a place where Arlo had narrowly escaped destruction half a year ago. Now, the building stood renewed, its glass facade devoid of any signs of damage. The windows sparkled more than Arlo remembered. Two cybers stood guard at the entrance, scanning the incoming crowd.