And there is the man: Amos recognizes the jacket and the impossibly red hair. He pulls up slowly, and nods to man, making sure the daimon for the Inagawa-kai yakuza is visible on the sleeve of his own jacket, bright gold and crimson because it amuses Kameko to use those colours. He pushes his dark hair out of his eyes with a gloved hand. "You got the goods for me?" he asks, cheerfully.

Because if they don't deliver, he is out of here, because he's not getting stranded in this war of attrition between the Killjoys and their enemy corporation.

He's got better things to do than die in the desert.