Akasaka Present day.

"A bad moon on the rise", I thought to myself as the The Matrix once again was drawn over my eyes and formed the streets of a misty Akasaka District with a great omenous moon hanging over it. I was in search of more clues to get closer to the nature of these Code-Spirits or Entities of which we know so little...and I had to back-track again...get more intel. Someone knew something, I was certain of it!

As I made my way through the narrow streets littered with garbage, I was thinking about yet another possible connection to the entities origins. There was disposal programs running Megacitys high rate of decay all from the skin on my RSI to the concrete below me. It would be different with a spirit would it not...a ghost in the machine? Would they be in here forever? If so what was their purpose, if they even had a such still? 01 Research Facility was running out of options, and Agent Harris was on an operation in Downtown. It was time to check up on a few locations. Some old, some new...and gather a few good leads on my own. Someone had to know but who?!

The Monument looked as if it still had a dark secret kept inside it's stone and rustfilled metalwings, unfortunately it wasn't telling. I checked the area but came up empty. The Monks eyed me strangely...perhaps I shouldn't have come so soon...I am sure they know about the Code-Spirits, but offcourse they aren't telling, damned Exiles! Agent Gray should get a clean-up team down here to mob them up...even Flood would agree on this.

I had one last location to hit...Club Pandora. I was to meet someone here; a contact. Maybe she wouldknow a name or a location, at least that's what she said on the phone. She had been in the business for some time, running music-deals in Akasaka, and she was neutral to The Truce...this was right up my alley. I wouldn't have to worry about Zion's barging in on this...this self-proclaimed police force, heh... couldn't even hold the last Sleepwalker behind bars much less me if the deal came to it. The Club was quiet for a Sunday, guess the pillheads were out cold. Then I saw her standing in a little alcove waiting for me...guess I was late...it all comes down to timing doesn't it? *CENSORED*!

My contact knows many faces and everyone in Club Pandora knows her. I presented her with the story about the Code-Spirits and she crept up the corner like The Assassin himself was coming for her. I calmed her down and eventually she told me of some creepy guy that would seem like he was not himself at all, like he was being controlled in a way. He's known street handle was Esarhaddon, and it seems he is the one calling the shots in International; at least I now got a name...3s4rh4dd0n.

Time to head out...to Hell...for all it's worth.