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[center][h3]--Neon-York - Mid-Air--[/h3][/center]
Though she couldn't exactly verify with a 100% certainty that the sniper had been neutralized, judging from the lack of any further hi-powered ballistics sent her way, the marksman must have either been clipped or intimidated into retreating, either way, it was a welcomed reprieve as she now could fully focus on her descent.

As she freefell, data streams from her systems and modules were fed into and analyzed by her CPU-assisted organic brain; various options were sorted through the process of elimination until the two most viable were left, either travel high along the roofs and platforms or disappear within the labyrinthian architecture of the industrial sector. The latter was calculated to provide higher odds of a successful exfiltration, they were comparable really, but since she had the luxury of making a choice...

Snapping her gaze toward one of the many utility drones buzzing through the air, the Bionic Maid uploaded a hostile override program as it brute-forced through the drone's third-rate cybersecurity system. Lenneth was no netrunner, far from it, all she did was using the prepackaged hacking algorithm provided to her, much like how an NYSF personnel would use a standard-issue flashbang. A dedicated hacker would be able to accomplish far more miraculous things in the cyberspace, however, as far as taking over a simple work drone goes, something this simple would be enough.

With the drone hacked, she sent a remote command for it to reposition itself, just close enough for her to grab onto it after holstering her weapon. [color=77bfef][b]"Tch..."[/b][/color] The blonde cyborg gritted her teeth as her systems informed that her artificial limbs were suffering minor damages, no doubt from the overclocking she did earlier. Speaking of warnings, all these blaring were becoming quite... irksome.

As the overridden drone transported her down toward the Industrial Sector, Lenneth internally activated her self-repairing module as streams of stem-nanobots were deployed to her mechanical cranium, undoing the damage done by the sniper and most importantly, shutting off the infuriating critical alerts for good.

Eventually, the drone descended to a safe enough altitude for its cybernetic passenger to simply let go before it was then released from servitude and returned to its previous automated duties. For her part, Lenneth landed on one knee with a hard thud against the gray, drab concrete of an alleyway nestled in-between two manufacturing plants. [color=77bfef][b]"..."[/b][/color] Her glowing blue eyes scanned her surroundings before she stood up then decided to head for the Lower City, [i]the[/i] best place to lay low in this neon-drenched metropolis.

[hr][b]Actions[/b]: 
❖ Invoke Stunt (Self-Repair): Remove Severe Consequence: Cerebral Container compromised | FP Cost: -1

[b]FP[/b]: 1 - 1 = 0 | [b]Stress[/b]: Tick 0 | [b]Consequences[/b]: Minor (Nanofibre muscles overexertion)
[b]Tag[/b]: [@MrSkimobile]