Studio City
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"So, we're really doin' this huh Fake?"Studio City, Delmonica Theatre
0932HRs, January 1st 2020.
The rain.
The rain never seems to get up, it's been raining non-stop for decades now. Nothing new in Night City, the sun never seemed to clip through the clouds. It always was dark out, except for the neon lights which glowed with a heavenly haze in the city streets below the movie theatre. The theatre itself has been abandoned for about five years, the mega corp - Belleview Pictures bought out all the small movie corps in Studio City leaving their mega-theatres to be the more prominent ones in coming years. The seats in the theatres had been rotting, the lobby trashed and full of graffiti and vandalism. If people didn't know that this was a movie theatre, then they wouldn't be able to tell. The theatre had seen its fair share of gang use, the smell of burned furniture, blood and lead fill the air along with a hefty aroma of drugs.
Things have changed though, the theatre is under new management.
A few gang members try to make a run for the doors but the cracking of an assault rifle cries out in the opposite direction of them. A Mexican man wearing a gunner's vest unloads into the group of four, dropping them immediately. The Mexican turns around checking other directions before turning back to the men who now lay on the ground. He walks up to one of them, an African-American man in his early thirties or so. He levels the muzzle to the man's head. "Tell Hellcat I send my regards." He snarls at him, pulling the trigger once - a flash and bang accompany it as the man's head jolts back with a powerful kick. He lays dead, a bullet between his eyes as his soul drifts off to the big body bank in the sky.
Hand on his phone, he speeds dials a number. "Sprint, I need clean up here - and call the gang. It's time we get this show on the road." Some hot pocket chewing and mumbling later, the conversation is over. He hangs up and makes another call, he speaks in a softer more westernized tone. "Hey, it's me. We're ready.". Body twitching was visible and some weak groans echoed out from around the movie theatre, it had been a costly battle that was for sure.
But the replacements were on the way, there wasn't anything to worry about.
Studio City, Delmonica street
1004HRs, January 1st 2020.
The rain was still pouring down on the NCPD cruiser outside Delmonica Theatre, it had been parked there for a while. An idle drug deal was taking place in the alleyway adjacent to the sidewalk the cruiser was on, a few joy-girls walk the streets hollering and waving at the passersby on foot and to those that drive past. At the back of the movie theatre is a van "John's Cleanup" professionally painted on the side of the van, as men in white jumpsuits walk in and out with bags, chemicals, and cleaning tools. The front entrance to the theatre is plastered with a group of thugs gambling, throwing dice - playing cards for euro bucks.
News today spits on about the shootings that happened last night on Rockefeller Boulevard, The Slammers and Biff Hellcat still at large as NCPD presence increases across Studio City. In city news, the city council is looking into increasing the number of police androids on the streets, the project which is run by The Agency Corporation is to help reduce the amount of NCPD casualties while increasing the presence of the NCPD. This comes with the recent eco-terrorist attacks in the Upper Marina after SovWear allegedly abused animals in their testing of their new combat chip "The Shredder". The docks were bombed and fifty were killed, C-SWAT has been moved to a 24/7 watch on the docks until further notice.
On a NorCal level, State and Federal officials continue to argue over the legality of succeeding from the union. The Fed are ready to take action should the vote be unlawful, there is still time to debate on the legislature floor as lobby groups for and against the succession take the floor today. Both State and Federal Agencies are at a full time, heightened status as State Troopers are on the look out for FBI agents who are 'investigating' various parts of NorCal.
Coincidentally, counselor Jake Taggart of the Night City council is walking down the street with his bodyguard - a muscular looking man who stands at about seven feet tall in a suit. A man stands on the corner of the street in a full brown trench coat, he simply looks around the block as if someone were watching him.
Now, you've arrived at the street after getting a call to meet with the rest of the gang, it looks like a lot is going on.
Are you going inside?
