A day to mys..... oh come on... (Solo, Part 1)

It was a rather bright Tuesday morning, the sun was barely out but shone like a raging fire over the horizon past all of the trees, birds just barely waking up and getting to their worms shoot, even the worms just barely woke up. The sky was dark, as it was most late fall days, it smelled like people had already started burning leaves, the sent of barbecues from yesterday still wafted through the air. Trees almost naked, covered in their last sets of hypothetical clothing before they shed them just to go and hypothetically buy a new set that will work for the coming spring season, granted this pretty much means that the trees don't wear the same thing twice... ever, but that was just a relative description. Our man of the day was walking down the mountain as he does every day at five, he had just made it to the third quarter of the mountain, meaning he was three fourths of the way down the large hill that he called his home property. He was dressed in a tuxedo as per usual, dawning a violet tie, a white undershirt, and black overcoat with matching dress pants and shoes.

The man had walked down with company, a prototype he'd made, he made sure to create the specimen so that she would be distinguishable as a human, though currently she is only just barely functional as what he wished she'd be. The substance he had made for her skin only covered the bits he would let be visible, her arms, hands and a small portion of her feet and legs. The substance did look like a normal white girl's skin, a bit darker so as to have a slight taste of a tan that he believed normal girls her supposed age would have. She dawned a red tube top that hovered just above the belly button, a blue jean jacket, black jeans, and white sneakers. He wanted her to look pretty normal and human, so none of her mechanics had shown. Her hair was black and put into a pony tail, her pony tail placed a bit higher than the mid section of her head, the hair dropped down to just below the collar of the jean jacket. Her eyes were faded blue, like the sky on a dreary day or the misty ocean, and hidden behind glasses, her nails were made to look a bit acrylic and made of a substance he had created for defensive and tactical purposes. Her chest didn't protrude very much, he didn't make her to be physically appealing, he made her for defensive and tactical purposes, so she was a bit small on all ends, b-cup chest, not too big rear, her waist was a healthy, well excersized, person's size. If he felt the need to improve the looks for the benefit of tactics... he would... but so far it hasn't, therefore appeal is ignored.

The man walked around town with this prototype, she had followed pretty close to him, the world being rather new to her, as in her previous experience of life all she knew was of the man's home. She had kept watch of everything going on, watching for anything that could be dangerous for her creator and herself, scanning the area for what is normal activity and what is not. The man was busy thinking while they walked around town and she kept watch.

"Master Dravocn?" the prototype had asked of her creator after a while of walking.
Dravocn looked at her "What is it 6941?" he responded to her.
"There appears to be an unidentified man running up to us." she said.
"Then I suppose we should wait for him to catch up and tell us what he wants." he responded as he began waiting.

The man that ran up to them was a rather pudgy man, he wore a beige suit with a blue and white vertically stripped undershirt under. He dawned a bowling hat that was a bit small for his head it seemed. He was panting and trying to catch his breath as he'd been running for a while trying to get to them, clearly he was a slow runner... and most likely an asthmatic. His hair was blonde and his skin white, he looked at the two for a brief moment with his faded blue-green eyes to make sure they were still there while trying to catch his breath. His long black tie drooping a bit from his slight gravitational pull.

"M-mister, mister Hecoro.... might I.... might I speak with you?" He tried saying between breaths, trying to regain his composure.
"What is it?" Dravocn responded in a disinterested manner.
"I would like to discuss with you, business." he said with a surprising amount of seriousness despite his exhaustion.
"What sort of business?" Dravocn asked, a bit irritated at the vagueness of the statement.

The man searched his pockets for something, slowly becoming more frantic as he searched. He checked every last pocket, sweating at his thought of losing the item. Dravocn looked at 6941 and she nodded, she walked up to the man and opened his suit coat and pulled out an envelope from his left side inner pocket. The man looking at her in surprise, gratefulness, and sudden relief.

"Is this what you were looking for?" 6941 asked
The man nodded "Yes, please be at the specified location at six o'clock tonight." he requested
Dravocn looked at the man skeptically "Why?" he asked, still pretty upset by the vagueness of the man's statements
"All answers will be given to you in the meeting." the man responded
"Of course... why not?" Dravocn said a bit irritated and waved his had at the man in a shooing motion as he turned around and walked away, his prototype following closely.

Dravocn walked around the park until he found a bench, in of which he sat in to read the envelope, his prototype sitting next to him and laying in his lap. The letter read:

"Dear Mr. Hecoro,
It has come to my attention that you are one of the wealthiest people in world. It has also come to my attention that you area also rather young to be living by yourself in such good living conditions while being an orphan. I would like to hold a meeting with you at the Crono Corp tower, it's the tallest tower in the city... shouldn't be hard to spot. You would be a very valuable asset and we'd like to make your acquaintance at the very least. Please do show up.

Dravocn read this and looked to the sky, thinking once again, his mind was in many places at once once again. His prototype keeping him company as much as she could, keeping watch of their surroundings.

6941 sighed as she looked up to her master "Sir, we have company again." she said

Dravocn looked around in response to her statement, this time it was a rather grim looking fellow, he was dressed in a bandanna, a leather jacket, a white stained wife beater under, torn jeans, sneakers that look like they hadn't been new for years. His skin was pale, he clearly hadn't been out during the day much, his eyes were cut horizontally though still in tact, green eyes, a four o'clock shadow, and cracked dry lips. He walked up to them slowly, his black finger-less gloved hands open and relaxed, so nothing to worry about.

As the man got to them, he looked at them briskly "The boss wants you to meet him down town, come by at around mid-night, I'll be there to lead you to him. Got it?" he ordered Dravocn as if he had athority over him.
Dravocn looked at him "Why yes, of course." he said "Though less attitude and more respect would be much appreciated." he said
The man scoffed and went to walking. Leaving Dravocn to wonder why he'd just acquired two appointments for two meetings.... there was the very obvious higher up corporation, and the also obvious underground... what to do, what to do... actually... what's going on? (To be edited later)