Water 7. A hole of a city, endearing in some ways, but the tarnish became more and more obvious after three weeks of total immersion. Kaku stretched, bored gaze unseeing of the scant few furnishings in his apartment. There was little to do on the weekends on his side of town besides drink, and that only went so far.
Picking up his keys, Kaku made the split decision to leave, at least if only for a moment of fresh air. Brisk night air ruffled his hair, and Kaku was glad to clear the Sunday cobwebs out of his brain. Okay, he could walk a block or two, get a little exercise. Within a mile he realized he had no plans to turn around, and by the time he reached the docks Kaku was toying with the idea of saying farewell to Water 7, this job, and CP9. Maybe his youth wasn't meant to be wasted on extremists and secret identities and murder.
The Sea Train signaled its last departure for the night, Kaku waiting until it had passed him by before turning around. Another missed opportunity to be free.