"Dog Town, this dump, actually has kids, and even a sports academy for kids. And you..."
Mr. Hans had white hair, a neatly groomed long beard on his chin, and wore a red suit that was both formal and stylish. Compared to the new generation, he wasn't ostentatious, and compared to the old generation, he wasn't rigid; he was classic but not outdated.
Both his arms were hidden within the long sleeves, and his ten precious metal fingers gleamed under the lights.
In front of him was an Arasaka ninja.
This was no ordinary ninja. This ninja spoke clearly, with all his prosthetics hidden beneath a black special forces ninja combat suit: prosthetic eye, radar, military scanner...
All observational equipment would be significantly less effective on him.
They were like the legends, coming and going without a trace. Even if your eyes were biological, you could only see the pitch-black combat suit. No one knew what prosthetics, equipment, and weapons lay beneath.
