The sound metal grinding against metal rang out across the abandoned warehouse as the cop got to work dismembering the cybernetic limbs from the corpse laid out before him. With the chemical bath already to go, all that remained was pulling out the tech and then Dig would be ready to roll. Disposing of corpses was a lucrative gig, and selling off the extra parts to various buyers made it doubly so. Plus the corrupt officer was a big believer in the whole 'waste not, want not' sentiment too.
It was the sudden chirp in his ear piece that pulled his focus away from the task at hand, and for a moment Riley paused to glance down to the message displayed on his wrist device. Earnestly it took a moment to recognize the sender of the text, but he had seen the girl around at the club. One of Nori's little friends, and a skilled dancer, if memory served correctly. The request for a ride caught the cop off guard, mostly since he wasn't a taxi service for anyone. However it wasn't hard to imagine the he might have offered her his help during one of his drug trips.
So after glancing to the body on the floor, and quickly estimating how much time it would take to finish up there, the killer for hire finally sent a text message back at last.