The Hotel room was cozy and well furnished; a few more minutes of tinkering and Kyo would be done with redirecting the reservation and bill processing between various Airways Companies that use this hotel in the heart of Moscow for the layover of their crew. He was pretty excited. Not about Moscow. Not about the cold and snow. Not about the Jetlag still hitting him. All that he couldn't stand.
He was excited because the Matrix was bursting with life, information was flowing. Of course people had died; and of the live ones, most were afraid, some worried, a few angry, but all had their mind pointed at the same event, and it was happening right here in Moscow.
While working on securing his lodging for the next couple weeks, Ginji, as he was known in the Matrix, had compiled a Code Sprite, with the tasks to filter through this flow of information and snatch the good pieces, decrypting them if needed. Whatever was happening in that arcology he would love to take an insider look.
Then the floor shook. Chikushō! (Oh Shit!) He ran to the balcony to see if he could have a glance at what was going on, or what just had happened!