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The trigger on a loaded gun fires with unexpectancy and with great disaster.

Tink has never seen fireworks this close before, staring in awe as the dazzling structure before her erupted with resounding brilliance. But despite the beauty of the frizzling wire and blooming luminescence when the neon signs and graphics crumbled and shattered, the doll quickly found herself frowning in reservation. This side-show only disguised, hoping to lessen the impact of the slaughter to come. Predators immediately began preying in on the scattered folk. The poor moths screamed in confusion and horror as their light was squashed and they were left in shadow. Soon, gunshots blasted away the leaking puffs of darkness, replacing what was left of the light with a ray of crimson blood. It was a familiar, if not unfortunate, sight for Tink. All corporate parties came with an unexpected surprise, a way to 'remember the event'. Sometimes it was more pleasant than others. But that was only a matter of perspective of who was receiving the reward and who was serving it. Tinkerbelle never liked watching this far into them.

"Well, that was quick... but I suppose a hungry wolf grows ever reckless when there are others also waiting on its meal."

She had noticed others who had readied themselves in the shadows during her short time there on the high place. Though they were clever and sneaky, they could not hide fully with so many in their pack. Whatever their purpose, she needed to act first now that the moment has realized itself. Enough waiting. It was time for Tink to assume her role as a hunter.

The beam pivoted as Tink dove down, leaving it to swing alone in emptiness. She landed on the rooftop below with a light thud, skipping slightly to negate the impact, bolting now as she leaped again over to the rooftop of the party with an arcing movement. Soaring like a swan taking flight. And she would flutter across to land. With a huff, she darted over the rain stains and rusted pipes, crouching down over one of the roofside windows leading to the fringes of the party. There, she scanned with her glittering indigo eyes. And for a moment, she allowed her mind float in all the chaos and screaming. She needed to locate her target, and quick. The only way was to allow the images to bleed through. And bled through, they did. And in this slight moment, she felt it return. Such a heavy feeling. As though her heart was wretched and sunk beyond her own body.

But luckily, it lasted just that moment.

A secluded corner on a crimson dance floor... hidden by sable bushes...
After marking her destination, the doll turned back and leaped off the side of the roof.

She slid down the steeping slope of the decorated awning into the backside where they managed the deliveries and pick-ups. There, Tink was met with an unfamiliar face. A young woman who seemed to be up to her own plans. They seemed to be searching for a way in, with little to no success. She thought for a moment to help. That is, if their motives aligned. But hearing the violence intensify, Tink knew she cannot afford to waste time with pleasantries. Swiftly discarding her flowering brimmed cap, and the first layer of her attire, the doll hooked herself off the side and rammed through a high-lying vent with her heels. The soles of her boots snapped off, much to her despair. But at least she afforded her way through.

There will be other boots and clothes, as much as she adored the last pair. However, time cannot be bought in the same way.

The doll began to crawl through the cramped space, unhindered now by the excess that would've otherwise restricted and dragged her. Given the success, Tink did not look rather pleased. She felt much less dapper and vulnerable already, like some poor, rutty slog. And in a way she was. Her faulty neck-brace covered much of the damage, but the ruined synthetic flesh across her left shoulder and arm revealed gnarled metal joints without her flush coat. While she crawled, arms and hands ever reaching forward, the grisly sight would always remain in vision. But now was not the time to be fussy. If there was no more motive, there would no longer be payment for tonight's gambit. So she resolved her mind and moving quickly towards the screaming and flashing fire.

Her intention was towards the obscured lounges where the VIPs were being held. To offer escape. When the blood thirst sets in, let the wolves fight amongst themselves. It would take a miracle for each pack to resist fighting each other over their prey.

Though she sought information above all else, the Ori's being alive were necessary to fulfill that goal. For if they died, that meant all of the information would be useless. No? Of course. That meant keeping them safe and alive.

At least, the most important ones.

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Before Anya could even do anything, a thunderous crashing sound interrupted the party, followed by the sounds of guns blazing and screams.
Part of Anya was already expecting something to happen, giving the location, but she never thought that it would be something that big.
Just by the sounds of guns she heard, it was pretty obvious that whoever that was the group that was invading that party... They were certainly well equipped. Nothing that someone from a low district could buy in any common alley... That, coupled to the fact that the party was teeming with securities and the ones attending to it weren't from the lower districts already hinted that there was something more happening there. That situation served only to further confirm Anya's thoughts and spark her curiosity.

"Sure... Please... Blow up the entire building, it's not like I spent all that time dressing myself and putting my makeup on just to try and get in this party quietly to gather information..." Anya said to herself with a sarcastic tone on her voice and an annoyed expression as she quickly reached to the SMG under her dress.

Anya knew these type of situations. Things would only get worse from that moment onwards. Any normal girl who was there just to party would immediately panic, but Anya was certainly not a common girl. Now that the party was already plunged into chaos, Anya had one choice to make... She could either enter there to try and get some information or she could simply stand back, find a favorable position and just wait to see the outcome of that situation... While her curiosity and how valuable information was on the world she lived in heavily pushed her to the first one, the fact that she was not armed or equipped, having only a single SMG with her was also a very convincing reason for her to stay away.

Time doesn't stop. If she wanted to do something, she had to make that choice now...
But before Anya could even think about what to do, she heard a noise as an unfamiliar figure landed near her on the same alley she was.
It was a female android of some kind? While the girl was certainly unfamiliar, she didn't matched any modern frame Anya knew about.
While she certainly wasn't hostile, Anya couldn't say she was friendly either, and kept a watchful eye on the female frame.

Without saying a word, the female frame discarded the first layer of her clothes and the flowered hat she was wearing and briefly after that, rammed herself into a high-lying vent, swiftly crawling inside the building. Gone as suddenly as she arrived.
Even without saying a single word, Anya could understand what the female frame was probably thinking right now, and she couldn't agree more: Time was something she didn't have at the moment.

"I will probably regret doing this..." Anya whispered to herself, following the female android inside the same vent she entered.
Anya's diminutive size coupled with her strong musculature, the fact that her dress was too short to impair her movements and that the black boots she was wearing were incredibly similar to combat boots made the task of getting on the vent and moving inside it easy for her. Sure... It wasn't the same as it would be if she was wearing proper equipment, but it would have to do for now.

Anya herself didn't know what was the female frame's plan, but hers was simple. Get in, gather as much information as possible and then get out. Nothing more, nothing less. The body count would already be high given the situation, so Anya herself had no qualms in having one more body for the authorities to deal with if someone stood in her way, although, given the fact that she didn't want others to discover who she really is, she would try to remain quiet.

Her movements were precise and agile, her muscles moved like a clock, with perfect timing and precision, without any unnecessary movements. As Anya's mission formally began, Anya's expression became serious as she carefully paid attention to her surroundings, looking for any strange sound or movement she could get with her neural implants.

With the female frame just a few meters ahead of her, Anya could just wonder what was her objective. Even though she was unarmed and didn't display any hostility towards Anya, she still had a watchful eye on her.

@RyuShura

Sinth was hunkered down, observing the locale of Ori's party and the vicinity and in the back of her mind she was devising the best route to her meet with the data jacker she'd arranged via encrypted messages over the public channels. She wasn't all that interested in the data itself. Well, information was always useful. It was more the timing of the data grab. So close to the Ori party. It was too well timed to be a coincidence, giving the jacker the perfect opportunity to snatch the prize. Which led her to believe that either someone was setting up said jacker, or the information stolen was planted with the deliberate intention to be set loose into willing hands. Either way, Sinth wanted to check it out. If nothing else, only to maybe help the poor soul who was trying to make a living in this broken world of theirs.

Her AI senses had picked up on a presence in the vicinity that did not appear to be threatening in nature so she filed it away for later analysis when her comms came to life.

"Sinth, something's up..." One of the perimeter sentries she'd posted alerted. "I'm tracking a big truck heading your way. There's no distinguishing features on it. How should I precede?"

"Acknowledged." Sinth responded, while her AI mind processed the information and began adjusting their plan of action to include this new variable. "Tighten the perimeter, but stay on the outskirts of it. Our objective remains the same. Extract the android with next to no collateral damage. Adjust on the fly to changes in the conditions with that in mind." Sinth had barely voiced her orders when the big truck came into her field of vision. If AI's had something akin to a sixth sense, hers just went off like a rocket. "Stay sharp!" She instructed her team. "Something is going down." She warned as the truck collided with the doors of the warehouse. Chaos ensued!

"Go!" Sinth ordered. "Track the target and extract. Stay safe. Help civilians if you can. Do not compromise yourself or the target. I'll run interference on my end." The AI instructed and rushed to enter the fray. Her synthetic soul reeled at the mindless and utterly useless carnage that was about to take place. Why was violence always such an easy choice? She wondered as she rushed into the mob of people trying to flee through the busted front doors of the locale. The heedless goons and mercenaries cutting down people left and right without so much as a thought for the lives they were taking.

Sinth engaged her shield and brought out her trusty kunai. She sliced into the firing squad from behind cutting two down without much trouble before she was spotted. Random civilians noticed the opening she'd created and used it to make a mad dash towards safety. "Run!" She shouted "Get the fuck out while you can!" She admonished as a mercenary engaged her in a hand to hand. He was good, but she was better. Her far superior processing power making her deadly in close quarters. She cut down her target and went on to the next one. Her intent not to disable all unknown operatives, but merely to create a clear enough path for the innocence to leave relatively unscathed.

"Target acquired!" Came through the comms.

"Team status?" Sinth inquired.

"Three casualties." Was the grim reply.

"Proceed to extraction." She instructed. There was no need to tell her people to take the bodies of their fallen with them. Sinth's team never left anyone behind. The AI's features darkened upon the news of the loss and a rare rage took over Sinth as she threw herself into combat with viciousness that belied her cold, effective, tactical moves. By the time she rejoined her team, she was covered in battle splatter. She'd killed more than she'd intended and her soul weight heavy with the burden of lives taken. "Drop me off at the nearest safe house. I have another matter to attend to." She instructed the driver. She needed some time to recenter herself. Clean the muck of battle, take care of her injuries and get to her meeting.

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

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Ｔｈｅ Ｓｈｉｎｉｇａｍｉ Ｐａｒｔｙ

𝙱𝚢 𝙾𝚛𝚒

Vibrations rumbled the ground of the vicinity as smoke and dust swarmed the atmosphere like a cloud of hornets. The wall collapsed; and the railing faltered under the feet of stripping androids; but the party still continued buzzing to the loud beats that echoed in the parameters of the concrete building. A small pause had hesitated in the minds of each guest. However, despite the pause and just like the party, the terrorist attack continued playing, minding nothing but their mission. Even as blood soiled the gray flooring and people began collapsing to the ground, excitement applauded in the onslaught of the scene: JPN-22 knew how to put on a show. The Shinigami Party was a real hit.

All the dead bodies were just so lifelike. They looked so real: ragged like dolls in puddles of what seemed to be their own bodily fluids. However, a sour stench enveloped the room in bitterness as each guest began to question the untasteful avante-garde display of death. It was not clear when the techno music turned into loud screams of horror and panic began crippling the party-goers into their own deaths. But, bullet by bullet - limb by limb - guest by guest, invitees began dropping like flies, coating the concrete in their own stinky mucus and gore. The Shinigami Party was a real hit.


EuroCorp Snipers had been stationed on the roof tops of surrounding buildings and in various locations inside and outside the warehouse. There was not a chance that EuroCorp would allow such a party to pursue without extreme caution. However, communication lines had been severed due to unforeseen circumstances that left the EuroCops in the dark for several seconds. Before the blink in connection, a signal had been transferred to be weary of any suspicious vehicles. This was a necessary step in all circumstances, but the heavy command weighted the necessity of continue inspection. Despite the warning, the warehouse had been infiltrated. The Shinigami Party had been crashed.

The light show had projected on the walls of the building next to the warehouse in the form like a spectacle of rainbows decorating the lowlife graffiti and molded exterior. Fog had clouded from the hole and dispersed into the air. Music from the warehouse could be heard. The shadows of bodies dancing to the music were deepened in the umbrage of the new wave excitement. There was beauty in the progressive portrayal, and even the Snipers had a lapse in judgement before their profession projected them into duty. However, the shrieks and new communications gave away the truth behind the act. The show was over. The Shinigami Party had been crashed.

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“She's like a flower, Penny,” Mister Ueno's speech was slurring in Penny's ears. She could feel his snug breath against the tips of her ears, warm and lucid, and his accent was dressed in weak, ill-flavors that were tempting to sicken her head, resting comfortably heavy against the couch and Mister Ueno's silk shoulder. Her legs were relaxed as she purred her mouth into a smile, wondering when the man would ever just shut the fuck up. She had a sliver of hope that he would just leave the party early, taking her with him.

To hell with the robots. She was feeling more withdrawn because of the androids than the vodka. If anything, the fucking androids were wasting her high, especially the centerfold, catching the attention in such a graceful manner. It was like watching a butterfly as the android opened and closed the wings of her kimono, revealing smooth, milky, supple skin. The skin was much like Penny's own wrists. Penny's eyes glanced downward, studying the creamy augmentations that were glowing under the black lights and colorful iluminations.

Same, but different.
She could hear her mother saying.

Too different, but too same.
Penny corrected her thoughts.

She felt like a wallflower in comparison to the AI, and the Korporat18 chemical cosh was not what Mister Møller had cracked it up to be. She never liked Møller, anyways. He so haughty it was disgusting. Mister Ueno was disusting, too. She never liked him either. She never liked any of them, actually. They were all little pieces of slimy shit. She was merely dirtying herself with them in order to win The Game.

Her head motioned slightly, feeling the spinning width of the sedative depress her nerves. Her eyes retired under her dark, cut hair and looked to Mister Ueno, “Just like you,” Her small smile dipped closed as she turned herself closer to the man, placing her palms against the cushion for lift. She could feel the weight of her frame push against augmented wrists as her thighs shifted, caressing against each other. Her focus was on the CEO, again, “Uenosama.”

Mister Ueno peaked his eye in small amusement at the cortisan, “Oh?” his voice reflected lowly under the music in mock protest as he ignored her intimacy “Your compliments are too gentle and soft for a man like Mister Ueno,” His brown eyes looked to the man across from him, asking pardon for having to hear such a benign comment from his escort. However, the conversation was barely audible between the CEO and Penny. Apparently, both of his gestures were out of simple amusement and pedantry to sway Penny-chan, the all too easily entertained doll. Wasn't she supposed to be entertaining him? She was relaxing in such a way that he did not mind the candor.

You are like a carrion flower, Mister Ueno. Penny thought in her manner of having grown more impatiently with the party and feelings for a lack of amusement coming from the drug like an itch. Battling wits with Mister Ueno had become a bore. Mister Ueno had won. He was much too smart for the poor little whore. Penny let out a feigned, playful sigh and lowered her speech, drawing her lips closer to his ear, “But you are so soft, Uenosama,” she whispered, kindly touching two fingers against his skin, jesting wistfully at his lack of self-knowledge. A man like Mister Ueno should know better. Her fingers petaled to his clothes line, toying with his sobriety.

Unfortunately or fortunately for Penny, depending on the likelihood that her indulgent mannerisms would hold any reign on Mister Ueno's presence at the party, a loud explosion jolted the building. The music dropped to the contemporary movement before continuing the entropy displaying tune. Shards and decor, twisted loose from the higher interior, fell to the ground. Glass and wires were curling in the disarray, and specs of old parchment and cement sprinkled on top of Mister Ueno and Penny, who made a slow reaction to the situation and was more confused by Mister Ueno's sudden harshness. His rough hand, grabbed a hold of her wrist and squeezed her skin tightly. His suddenness caused a small retraction of incoherence in the woman as she stared at his tan skin gripping into her augmented skin. It was clear Penny's own lapse in judgement had faltered, under the paws of Korporat18's newest formula.

“Get down.” Mister Ueno's voice was calm and precise; and the way in which he moved the two of their bodies lowly, his command also seemed unnecessary and merely made out of politeness. Penny's body was a puppet under Mister Ueno's control as he guided her through the debris of dark clouds. “Follow me.” Dust and smoke whisked past them as the CEO corresponded with his own personal security.

The smoothness of Mister Ueno's voice transcended through the debacle and carried Penny's thoughts over to the next translation of events. A woman who appeared to be bleeding from her scalp came to help them. It seemed that a part of a light fixture had tumbled upon her, but she was making no mind of having any feelings of injury upon herself. Her dark cloaked frame signaled the exposition of several other women, also dressed in all black. They approached through the shadows like spiders who had been stealthily waiting for this event to transpire the entire time, and shortly after their brief revelation, the small swarm of women guarding and ushering the CEO of Zero through the attack, worked through the web of chaos and vanished — along with Penny — but not before someone shouted the terrifying news that:

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Right in the middle of an episode of Evangelical, Terravision's screen changed. The vigil reported the scene of a EuroMed Hospital. The evening sky was musty in the background, but the stage lights that the camera crew provided a more angelic spotlight for the dreary backdrop. Beyond the horizon of the ominously white and gray building of District 5, silver traces of the moon were captured on the lenses. Standing in the middle of the frame was a reporter, dressed professionally in EuroCorp's fashion. The reporter's eyes were violet and obviously augmented for such a beautiful, hypnotic color. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a tight, long ponytail. Her cheeks were sculpted by illusions of makeup. Seriousness rested on her face. On the bottom of the frame, text scrolled across the screen:


“This is Ceedee Violet, reporting live from one of EuroMed's Hospitals. The CEO of Ikon, Mister Mak Møller, was hospitalized earlier this evening for what appears to have been an assassination attempt. Two men have been detained and are currently being questioned in District 15's Correctional Facitilies.”

The digital picture shifted its screen to imagery of the CEO, days prior to the event being shown. He was administering a speech about his visit to Korporat18, providing a good-looking Mister Mak Møller and a silver-lined tongue as he expressed interest in maintaining peace between the two megacorporations. Controversy had conspired that Ikon's CEO was industrializing treason, but Mister Mak Møller's Press Release held strong ties that the young CEO was simply joining forces in his care for preserving peace.

“The EPA and EDF are investigating into the matters as to whether Korporat18 is to blame for today's assassination attempt. Updates will be provided within the next hour. Mister Mak Møller is stable and will survive the attempted assassination.”

The broadcast ended in a small prayer to Eva:


No mention of Ori and the Shinigami Party in District 12 was made.

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@13org///

It was quiet, yet so loud.

Tink found herself sitting atop a nearby building once again, staring down at the chaos that continued beneath. It was almost as if she was right back where she started, fluttering like a lost flower above the metal complexes. But now a drooping flower. Tink was unable to hide her disappointment, her head hanging low and her arms clutched at her side. Her eyes gazed listlessly at all the flashing lights.

Though she kept her life, she was unable to finish her mission. Once she reached the VIP lounge, Tink discovered a huge commotion going on in the area. Apparently someone really important was shot and heavy Eurocorp forces were swarming everywhere. It made attaining any sort of information quite impossible. She couldn't even get a name either. There was no hearing past all of the noise. It felt like sloshing in her head. Even now, all the sounds and screaming ring like small bells being rung aside her ears. And the sight of red lingered like a pair of heavy lens behind her eyes. Maybe her calibrations were off again. Did she require another check-up again? Ah, but that would require her to deliver some sort of payment, does it not? Tink was still paying off the last one. Or was it two? Time and time again she has shown up to their doorsteps, with little to offer. Money came sporadically for someone like her. Yet they always choose to help. And though they always assured her that she was not a burden, Tink knew otherwise. She was tired of receiving their good will. She felt so shackled by this helpless feeling. How many more debts will she owe before she will be truly free? How many.

What an awful party. And she has been at a great number of awful parties.

Tink was happy to not be invited. She just wanted gone with it all already. Taking a deep breath, she can at least be grateful for the nightly air. The chilliness helped freshen her senses and cleanse her thoughts. So to speak. Her enjoyment was probably because she couldn't taste how awful it truly was.

But still, even accounting for all the positives, her mood did not improve. Her mind was still on the failure of the mission. The payment alone was not what worried her though. There will be more people seeking her services. There was not many like her, who liked to solve problems without a trace. Without a mess. Rather, she promised something special for the strays when she returned. Time is drawing close on all of them. She tried to move away from the subject, wishing not to ponder such things right now.

"Appears those pair of shoes were squandered..." she finally muttered, glancing down at her exposed, rusted arm, "What an absolute mess, really. How wolves follow blindly when there is blood..."

Tink stood up upon this note, turning back to her mysterious companion. A sweet looking girl, if not rough around the edges. Though they did not really share any words over this short venture, she enjoyed their presence through it all. It is not often she has someone following her who did not want to take her light away. She smiled openly, giving them a curtsy bow by lifting up the folds of her remaining dress and arching her back in an overly elegant manner. Despite what she felt inside, she wanted to give off a good impression to this kind(?) stranger. Well, kind enough not to try and kill her at the very least.

"I do not know your intentions, little one, but I appreciate not being alone in this dark moment. And though I would like to get to know you better, I'm afraid I must say farewell. I must make it back across the city tonight. I must make a report, lest my reputation be stained. More than it already has... I hope you have a safe trip home."

And with that she turned around, hopping down the rooftops like steps and stepping back into the hazy smoke.

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Synth approached the location of the meet, monitoring the net in the back of her mind. She spotted a familiar style of coding and a gentle smirk stretched her full lips. Impatient, are we? Don't fret, little jacker, I'll be there soon enough. But the world does not revolve around you.

Synth felt her spirits rise at the impatience demonstrated by the data peddler. Of course this could be due to a number of factors. The jacker knew what they had and couldn't wait to unload. They didn't know what they had, but knew they had heat on them and, again, couldn't wait to unload. They were young and impatient in general. Synth could speculate like that for hours. But she didn't need to. The building where the meet was scheduled was in her view and she'd taken the appropriate amount of time to scout it out.

News of the incident at Ori's party was already aplenty on the net. Synth felt her anger coming back as the news focused on the injured CEO and completely ignored the staggering amount of casualties. And for what? Just to get to one corrupt corp head. Or was that incredible display of lack of subtlety just a smoke screen for something deeper, far more cunning and devious. Synth didn't know and didn't care. All she cared was the people who payed the price for those silly power struggles between the corporations and between the corporations and the criminal element. And now she'd lost three of her people to this silliness. Three lives given to save one. One would think the price was too high. But not for the people who'd payed them. Each and every one of her teammates was prepared to give that and more to offer the chance of freedom to those, who never imagined it possible.

Is it all in vain? Synth wondered as she reached her destination sending a quick ping to her impetuous data jacker that she'd arrived and business could be had.

Thrud

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Blood, and the smell of spent casing filled the air.

Each shot of her rifle blew through solid wall, making taking cover a meaningless gesture. The security detail was the first to go, mistakenly thinking cover that would normally shield them from bullets, would protect them from it. Thrud had not loaded her 20mm rifle with anything special, just normal lead shells in steel cases, but still it tore through most material with the sheer force of it's impact.

There were already a few holes in her jumpsuit, most impacting her on the plates, while the rest hit her more durable limbs. Her shield acted as a mobile cover, angled against gunfire for better effect, but she knew this wouldn't continue long. Heavier response units would soon be underway, and they would usually have heavier gear than she has.

The truck having taken some damage, those still left understandably abandoned it almost immediately, seeking better positions instead of keeping closer to the truck. Almost in sync, all of them received a small blip on their comms, notifying that their work was done.

Without their main getaway plan, the large group of mercs inevitably split off into smaller groups, searching for alternative escape routes. Some tried to find alternate paths, like sewers and the likes, some went out guns blazing towards the streets to jack anything they find there, while Thrud followed a group towards a side alley, where everything was quieter. Perhaps it was by mere chance that this alley was quiet and abandoned, or perhaps it was that group of crazy punks on berzerkides still being in the zone and rampaging, not realizing their work was done. They certainly couldn't still be shooting up the place for the bonus on each named person's head, for they weren't actively pursuing anyone.

Either way, Thrud found the employee parkings, and jacked someone's ride. One that soon would be abandoned as they sped away without looking conspicuous.

Moving with calculated precision, Anya followed the female frame through the party. Screams, shots, the loud music, the smell of blood in the air... All that created quite a macabre atmosphere. The confusion and the panic made it difficult for Anya to gather much information. By what she could see from the remains of the party, it surely wasn't a common rave that happened often on lower districts... The technology there was too high for that. She could only imagine the amount of money that was invested on that party. A quick investigation as she followed the android girl through the warehouse made clear the company behind that party. Ori. While the location for that party was questionable, the amount of technology and money invested were clear indications that Ori wanted to be seen and noted.

Fortunately for Anya, the female frame she was following was... strangely adept at being sneaky and undetectable. Not that it was bad, in fact, Anya was grateful that she didn't have to fire her SMG as she didn't want to get involved with either one of the 'sides' on that confront. They had no problems navigating through that chaos, getting to the VIP room and getting out. That fact surely raised Anya's interest on that female frame. Even though she seemed to be in a certain state of disrepair, she surely wasn't a frame suited for military jobs. The pretty and striking clothes she wore when she arrived and a couple of other small details confirmed that. But the question still remained... Who was she?
Anya's watchful stare was gradually replaced by curiosity as they navigated through that chaotic party. She didn't seem to be an immediate threat, so Anya could afford to be a bit less careful around her.

After they got out of the warehouse, Anya found herself standing on top of a building near the female frame, that was sitting down near her, looking to the chaos unfolding below them. The android seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Whatever it was her objective there, it was obviously a failure, judging by her obvious disappointment.

But a lot of other questions were swarming Anya's head right now as she tried to get the most out of that situation. Could all that be just a ploy to kill one person? The collateral damage was too high if that was the case... If they wanted someone dead, they could have just contacted her or another assassin to dispatch the target without that much commotion... It was also rather improbable that that attack was to steal any technology on that party, as the ones invading the warehouse didn't seem to have any preoccupation in taking anything, even if it was probably a party just to display Ori's new technology... She didn't have enough information to make any assumption. For her, the reasons behind the attack escaped her. It seemed to be just for the sake of creating chaos... Could it be just a distraction for something else?

"It doesn't concern me anyways..." Anya thought to herself, giving up on thinking about all that and finally sitting down near the android. When she did so, it was almost like something clicked inside her. Her posture, the way she looked at the chaos unfolding itself on the warehouse changed drastically. From the trained military agent, she went straight to the teenage girl.

Looking down to the warehouse, Anya held her head with a bored expression. Her black dress, albeit a bit dirty, was still in perfect conditions, while her boots were dirty with splatters of blood covering it, but the girl seemed to be completely unfazed by all that, or even by the fact that a lot of people were hurt or dead down there.

"It turns out that it was just a complete waste of my time..." Anya muttered, shaking her head in disappointment.

As the android girl turned to her with a smile and a curtsy bow in a overly elegant greeting, Anya turned to face the android, which was now the new focus of her interest. Analyzing the female frame with her eyes, she made a small grimace when she noticed the remains of the pretty dress the android was wearing before all that.

But before Anya could say anything, with a brief farewell, the android was already gone, jumping down the rooftops. She had said something about having to make a report or her reputation would be stained, but Anya wasn't really that interested on that. Everyone had their secrets, and if there was something Anya learned it was that sometimes, it was best to keep away from other's secrets, lest she wanted to be involved with them or with the things that they did... Which was always a bad choice.
What Anya was really interested was that despite the android's state, she was so polite and elegant. If she wore some of Anya's dresses, she would look just like a doll.

"Maybe a gothic Lolita style...?" Anya thought to herself, before realizing that the android was already far away.

"Wait... Hey!" Anya said, standing up and jumping down to the next rooftop, before giving up on chasing the android since she was already too far away...

Sighing heavily in disappointment, Anya started to make her way down to the streets again, on her way home. All that ended up being completely useless. She wasn't able to get any meaningful information, the only interesting thing that she found, or better... that found her, had just ran away from her and she didn't get to shoot anyone that day...

"Such a boring day..." she murmured, rolling her eyes as she jumped down the rooftop, calmly walking away, ignoring the screams and the gunshots just a few hundred meters behind her.

@RyuShura