Elias looked at the chip, then at his old friend. He was a retired Enforcer; she was the city’s most wanted hack-activist. In the old days, they were a team. Now, they were a conflict of interest. "Why me?" he asked.
Outside, the heavy thrum of an Enforcer dropship vibrated the glass. The hunt was closing in. Elias downed the whiskey, the burn familiar and grounding. He reached for the chip. [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names
"And you look dead, ," Elias countered, his voice rasping. "Or should I call you Vex now? That’s the name on the bounty boards." Elias looked at the chip, then at his old friend
The door hissed open, admitting a gust of damp air and a woman in a high-collar kinetic duster. She didn’t look like the girl Elias had gone through the Academy with ten years ago. Her eyes, once a soft brown, were now a piercing, calibrated electric blue. She slid into the booth. "You look old, Elias." Now, they were a conflict of interest