David wasn't any fool, he knew what was going down. How couldn't he? It was his job to know. Watching the feeds of a number of different news stations wasn't too odd for him, as he sat in his small home, a map of the barrens up on a wall. A real, paper map. a tag in the map created an overlay that allowed him to keep track of different gang terratory lines, updated constantly by him, but was lacking a bit compaired to his dossiars of the politics going on each gang, mafia, triad, ghost cartel, even runners he knew. The nearest KE to his location was quite a distance, but his place was often hard to find, due to roads around him becoming different roads, lots of back ally passes, roads with similar names that were more popular, more populated. Estimating it was going to be only a few moments before they started showing up and poking around, he didn't want to let them figure out how to get to his place. Not yet. Too soon.
Adjusting his microcamera pin, the rather simple young man steps up and out into day light, moving down the street in basic clothing. He moved towards the street he knew the KE should be coming by soon, It was always a confusing corner after all, though it was rather annoying because of how hard it was to get pizza sometimes.