Far Parts

Tony sat with his arms crossed, deep in thought. "Togo, is it impossible to scan Aria and find out where she is?"

Togo's voice crackled through the device. "It's impossible."

Tony sighed. "So… you do know where she is?"

"Yes."

"Then where is she?"

"Chert 24 Street."

Tony frowned. "I don't know that place well enough to find it."

"Then get some money and order a car to take you there," Togo replied.

"And where exactly am I supposed to get money from?" Tony asked, already dreading the answer.

"Get a job."

Tony groaned. "What kind of job?"

Togo sighed. "Do I really have to spell this out for you? Become a policeman. That way, you'll have money and access to information from the system."

Tony smirked. "That's actually a great plan."

"Oh, and one more thing," Togo added. "You'll need an ID, citizenship, and a disguise."

Tony blinked. "Why?"

"Because you're already on the system's radar. You may not be wanted yet, but if you keep moving carelessly, you will be. They'll hunt you day and night. You can't just walk into a police station and ask for a job without proper documents."

Tony sighed. "Fine. Where can I get an ID?"

"From me. Hold on."

A few moments passed. Then—

"Generating ID… Birth certificate… Citizenship… All complete."

Tony checked his new identity. "Wow. So, my new name is… Tony?"

"Yes. You still keep your same name. There are millions of Tonys in the world, so you won't stand out."

Tony nodded. "Alright, so I was born in Purt and I'm… 18 years old?"

"Yes," Togo confirmed. "If you were older, they'd look deeper into your background. But at 18, they won't dig too far. Oh, and you'll need to wear this mask."

"A mask?"

"It'll blend with your face and alter your features slightly. Just enough to keep you under the radar."

Tony smirked, putting on the mask. "I like it. This might actually work. Let's head to the police station."

Meanwhile…

Aria walked through the crowded streets, her stomach growling. She was exhausted, starving, and completely broke.

She scanned the shops around her, watching as customers came and went. The smell of roasted meat filled the air, making her hunger even worse.

I have no choice, she thought. I have to steal some food.

She slipped into a busy restaurant, blending in with the crowd. Pulling her hood lower over her face, she approached the counter.

"I'll take five drumsticks, six buckets of meat, a steak… and a hundred cups of Coke," she said casually.

The waiter blinked in confusion. "Uh… a hundred cups of Coke?"

"Yes."

The waiter hesitated but took the order.

Ten minutes later, the food arrived. The entire staff was staring at her, murmuring among themselves. How could one person eat this much food?

Aria didn't care. She devoured the meal, tearing into the meat like a starving animal. In under three minutes, she had finished everything.

Then came the problem—the bill.

She stood up and smiled. "Can I use the bathroom?"

The waitress, already suspicious, nodded. But as Aria walked away, she quietly signaled security to follow her.

Inside the bathroom, Aria locked the door. Then—

BOOM!

She punched through the wall, creating a massive hole. Without hesitation, she sprinted through it, disappearing into the alley outside.

The security guards burst into the restroom just seconds later.

She was gone.