A Static Lullaby was heard on Terravision;
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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.
///
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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Anya Belyakova
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.
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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.
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.
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Turning the corner without looking, her attention fully focused on the map screen in front of her, Susie’s first warning of danger was the sound of automatic weapons chambered. Her reflexes kicked in instantly, legs flexing and springing her back into cover even as the hail of ballistic shells peppered the wall behind where she’d just been standing.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckassbuttchinrabbitkumquat," the jacker rapidly muttered to herself, patting her hands down her body to make sure she hadn’t caught any stray rounds or ricochets in the tight underground passageway. Satisfied her relatively expensive jacket hadn’t been damaged, and that she wasn’t bleeding from anywhere she hadn’t been already, Susie settled herself down to examine the data she had.
Bringing the map back round she quickly studied it. Her destination wasn’t far ahead now, and there wasn’t anything shown which would explain why someone would want to shoot at her indiscriminately for no reason. Two possibilities came to mind, either something upstairs had changed or Bent Benji has sold her an out-of-date map. Again. The third possibility that someone could be tracking her also sprung to mind, but Susie couldn’t believe her luck could be that bad, despite the heavy feeling she’d been having all night long.
She needed more data to make a full analysis, and adding a couple of extra curse words to the cloud already floating around her the young girl tapped at several controls on her arm panel, deactivating her synthetic eye for a moment. She hated doing this, it always made her feel seasick whenever she did, but without knowing whether this was a local, isolated threat or something responding to something someone had done on the surface the jacker couldn’t risk backtracking through the sewers and running into more unexpected surprises.
Holding her left hand in front of her, Susie quickly slapped herself on the back of her head with the right one, carefully catching her synthetic eye as it popped from the socket. Holding it gingerly the jacker unhooked the datafeed wires leading back inside her skull and unshipped her datajack finger. Plugging the robotic eyeball onto the end of her probe Susie closed her left eye and tapped her console, bringing the synthetic one back online.
"Why hello there, beautiful," she said playfully, looking up at her face looking down at the camera eye. She wiggled the finger a few times, making sure the eyeballs was firmly attached before inching her way to the sewer line intersection. Hugging the wall she slipped her hand around the corner, letting the eyeball poke just far enough to get a good view of the passage ahead.
Letting out a deep sigh of relief, the young girl quickly pulled her hand back and unhooked the eyeball. Reattaching the cranial datafeed and giving the eye a quick polish with her t-shirt she slipped in back into her socket and lifted her arm console. Her attacker was just an automated EPA drone, the kinda thing they always dumped down the sewers whenever something was going on upstairs. What made it even better for the young hacker was the live feed each of the drones had back to base, a live hackable feed.
It only took her a few moments scanning frequencies to lock onto the one the little robot was using to chat with its pals, and another moment to piggyback on the signal straight into its central processor. For a moment Susie wondered whether a bodyguard droid hovering behind her might be a useful bargaining tool for her scheduled meet-up, but quickly decided against it. Not only would the EPA notice if one of their drones suddenly started wandering away from its assigned post, but showing up to a not-entirely-legal business transaction with an armed police surveillance camera watching over your shoulder probably wasn’t the best idea . In fact it probably ranked about the same as the time she’d added lime to a coconut.
Quickly updating the drones FOF recognition software, Susie added herself to the ‘Friendlies’ list, and tagged the update for system wide propagation on the next data burst. Hopefully that would make sure any of the drones buddies she ran into would’ve received word that the spunky lil redhead was a chum, and not just chum. Logging out of the droid’s cyber-brain Susie quickly took the time to backpath her infiltration, cleaning out any evidence of her activities as she did, while sprinkling in enough evidence to frame her competition if anyone came looking.
Finally Susie tucked her console away and lifted herself back up to her full height. Taking a moment to straighten up her jacket the young jacker braces herself. This was the moment of truth, and taking a deep breath she stepped around the corner, lifting her arms out wide. "All right Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up,” she declared theatrically, while at the same time flinching back, half expecting to be blown away by a hail of gunfire.
After a couple of seconds Susie opened an eye carefully, glancing down the passage at the drone, which seemed to be hovering serenely in its assigned position, perfectly content with the jacker’s presence in front of it. Skipping towards it happily Susie bent forward to tickle the automated droid under its front casing.
“Whosa good boy? Are you a good boy? Yes, you are. You are, aren’t you?” She giggled in a playful tone, petting the oblivious drone as she slipped passed it before continuing on her way.
The whole encounter had Susie both a little worried and a little relieved. If something was going on above ground which would necessitate the activation of the sewer drones, the EPA must be gearing up for some heavy mobilisation. That could either mean the jacker and her business compatriot had some cover with a major distraction calling all the cops away from their location, or it meant that there’d be far more party guests coming to tea than she’d planned for, and Susie didn’t have enough favours to share around.
Either way, Susie was close enough to her destination to head above ground, and once she was there she should be able to get a better lay of the land. Moving over to a nearby ladder the sprightly youngster quickly bounded up the rungs, unlocking the hatch at the top and slipping into the alley above with almost fluid ease. Glancing around nothing seemed too out of place, but Susie kept herself wary nevertheless. Too often a comfortable situation turned out to be an ambush, and she really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now.
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Sure enough, a serving girl had passed through the lounge with a tray of small glasses of sake. It was a little out of place to be sipping sake here, but anything was better than that disgustingly sweet liquid. Even with the alcohol to dull her nerves there was this tingling sensation that refused to leave her. Her mind wanted to settle herself but even a slight intoxication could not take her body off edge. After a few minutes of the restlessness bothering her she left her seat and stepped to the back corner of the private area. It wasn’t very far from people but it would have to do. “Ever have the feeling that something isn’t quite right?” she muttered over the radio channel.
“Keep personal banter off comms, thank you.”
Chief Hardass wasn’t particularly helpful on the matter. “No just... hear me out,” she insisted, “something feels ... off. Confirm nobody else has anything of note?”
“Local EPA reported a minor hiccup with the security drones but it sounds like nothing. Stay to your post Takeda.”
A random patrolman countermanded Chief Hardass’ assertion. “Check that, delivery van coming down 31st street, kinda quick.”
“Keep an eye on it. Nobody break position until we have an actual incident.”
“Do we have a vehicle prepared to exfil the VIP?” Kira probed.
“Standing by.”
Kira’s paranoia had kicked into full gear. If she couldn’t settle before, there was no chance now. Hiero-san had taken notice to her restlessness. “Are you bothered, Takeda-san?”
“I’m fine ... it’s nothing.”
She refused to make eye contact with the sleazy womanizer. He did make her uncomfortable but not in any capacity she couldn’t hide. It was the paranoia that came with being an operative – an operative under duress mind you – that consistently got to her. She tried to relax, leaning back and closing her eyes for just a moment to unwind. Just a moment was all she could have however, as the peace was interrupted by the worst possible outcome. “INCOMING!”
She shot upright just as her ears were assaulted with what she first thought must be a bomb. It took a second to realize that the van had barreled head first into the building. Immediately she was in go-mode. She ignored the Sig and went straight for her gauss driver and put one right through the center of the windscreen. It didn’t look like she made contact with anything but she changed target anyway, directing her aim downwards and firing two slugs into the engine block. Disabling the probable getaway vehicle was an important first step, but now her attention needed to return to her assignment: protect Hiero-san. He, like most people at this rate, had dove for the ground. Unlike most people however, he didn’t get up and start running as the security forces and armed intruders began exchanging fire.
Her comms were a mess of various people yelling. She reported she was extracting the VIP and got right to it. She grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to the back of the private area as far from sight as possible. “Listen to me,” she barked, “you do what I say when I say it and you will be fine. Understand?”
He nodded feverishly right before she pulled him to the ground to avoid a hail of bullets. “You see that back door there?” she pointed behind Hiero-san to a set of double doors near the rear alley, “When I pop up to shoot, you run. A car is there for you. DO NOT WAIT FOR ME.”
Again he nodded, and Kira drew the Sig. She gave a quick 3-2-1 countdown on her fingers, turned on a knee and popped up from cover to unload. The Sig didn’t kick nearly as hard as her gauss driver; her fire was laser-accurate. She put three and four round bursts of fire towards any clump of hostiles she could see. At just 9mm with an extended-grip magazine, she had a massive 24 rounds to burn. Her last trigger-pull echoed the telltale click of the firing pin on nothing but air – a sound somehow crystal clear in the cacophony of a firefight – just as Hiero-san made it to the alley door. She waved frantically for him to go. “Confirming VIP is secure. Go get ‘em Takeda.”
“With pleasure,” she snarled as she ducked from another volley of automatic weapons fire.
She reloaded the Sig and holstered it, going back to the hard-hitting gauss driver. She had heard a call that the hostiles had military grade armor somewhere in the frenzy. She hadn’t even had time to survey the situation herself ... and that wasn’t changing from her pinned-down position. All she knew was that the body count was unacceptably high, security was falling apart, and these guys meant business. The only option was quite clear: kill them quickly.
“Keep personal banter off comms, thank you.”
Chief Hardass wasn’t particularly helpful on the matter. “No just... hear me out,” she insisted, “something feels ... off. Confirm nobody else has anything of note?”
“Local EPA reported a minor hiccup with the security drones but it sounds like nothing. Stay to your post Takeda.”
A random patrolman countermanded Chief Hardass’ assertion. “Check that, delivery van coming down 31st street, kinda quick.”
“Keep an eye on it. Nobody break position until we have an actual incident.”
“Do we have a vehicle prepared to exfil the VIP?” Kira probed.
“Standing by.”
Kira’s paranoia had kicked into full gear. If she couldn’t settle before, there was no chance now. Hiero-san had taken notice to her restlessness. “Are you bothered, Takeda-san?”
“I’m fine ... it’s nothing.”
She refused to make eye contact with the sleazy womanizer. He did make her uncomfortable but not in any capacity she couldn’t hide. It was the paranoia that came with being an operative – an operative under duress mind you – that consistently got to her. She tried to relax, leaning back and closing her eyes for just a moment to unwind. Just a moment was all she could have however, as the peace was interrupted by the worst possible outcome. “INCOMING!”
She shot upright just as her ears were assaulted with what she first thought must be a bomb. It took a second to realize that the van had barreled head first into the building. Immediately she was in go-mode. She ignored the Sig and went straight for her gauss driver and put one right through the center of the windscreen. It didn’t look like she made contact with anything but she changed target anyway, directing her aim downwards and firing two slugs into the engine block. Disabling the probable getaway vehicle was an important first step, but now her attention needed to return to her assignment: protect Hiero-san. He, like most people at this rate, had dove for the ground. Unlike most people however, he didn’t get up and start running as the security forces and armed intruders began exchanging fire.
Her comms were a mess of various people yelling. She reported she was extracting the VIP and got right to it. She grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to the back of the private area as far from sight as possible. “Listen to me,” she barked, “you do what I say when I say it and you will be fine. Understand?”
He nodded feverishly right before she pulled him to the ground to avoid a hail of bullets. “You see that back door there?” she pointed behind Hiero-san to a set of double doors near the rear alley, “When I pop up to shoot, you run. A car is there for you. DO NOT WAIT FOR ME.”
Again he nodded, and Kira drew the Sig. She gave a quick 3-2-1 countdown on her fingers, turned on a knee and popped up from cover to unload. The Sig didn’t kick nearly as hard as her gauss driver; her fire was laser-accurate. She put three and four round bursts of fire towards any clump of hostiles she could see. At just 9mm with an extended-grip magazine, she had a massive 24 rounds to burn. Her last trigger-pull echoed the telltale click of the firing pin on nothing but air – a sound somehow crystal clear in the cacophony of a firefight – just as Hiero-san made it to the alley door. She waved frantically for him to go. “Confirming VIP is secure. Go get ‘em Takeda.”
“With pleasure,” she snarled as she ducked from another volley of automatic weapons fire.
She reloaded the Sig and holstered it, going back to the hard-hitting gauss driver. She had heard a call that the hostiles had military grade armor somewhere in the frenzy. She hadn’t even had time to survey the situation herself ... and that wasn’t changing from her pinned-down position. All she knew was that the body count was unacceptably high, security was falling apart, and these guys meant business. The only option was quite clear: kill them quickly.
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“𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢.”
𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝟷𝟸Ｔｈｅ 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.
... a pause that only makes everything after it so much worse.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.
It was All Quite on the Western Front // As the Ethereal began placing Bets // In an Electrical Shunt“
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:
“
Mister Mak Møller's been shot!”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:
“
Ikon's CEO Mister Mak Møller has been hospitalized.”“
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:
“
All Beautiful Eva, the Tender Mother of Mercies and Goddess of All Comfort, come to our help and deliver us from this difficulty that besets us. We believe O Eva, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from us fear, anxiety and distress. Help us to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom. Grant us that this trial may bring us closer to Your Network for You are our rock and refuge, our comfort and hope, our delight and joy. We trust in Your love and compassion. Blessed is Your name, Holy Mother Eva, now and forever unto the Cyberages of ages. Amen.”No mention of Ori and the Shinigami Party in District 12 was made.
Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life.
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On the rooftop overlooking the rendezvous site Susie was beginning to get fidgety. Patrol cars were beginning to move through the streets below with increasing regularity and already she’d spotted several skimmers buzzing through the neighbourhood.
Pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself, her hand dropping to rest on the gym bag at her side, the young jacker shivered in the cold night air. The wait was taking too long and she was beginning to wonder whether her mystery buyer was even going to show up.
Her attention was piqued as she heard footsteps in the courtyard below, echoing loudly around the high walls surrounding the little private space hidden away amongst the aging architecture. Shuffling forwards anxiously she peeked over the edge of the roof, hoping to see whoever it was she was hear to meet waiting for her.
Instead all she saw were two young lovers, their hands quickly stripping off each other’s clothing just enough to get to the exciting parts hidden beneath. For a moment Susie felt happy for them, it had even a while since she’d indulged her carnal desires other than with something that ran on batteries, but as she watched them the lonely melancholy she lived so flamboyantly to avoid came rushing back.
Pushing herself back onto her ledge Susie hugged herself tightly on the cold, grimy rooftop. It was getting late, but she really didn’t have anywhere better to be, or anyone to be there with. Her chin sunk down onto her chest as she began to think a little too hard about her life, and after a few moments she felt a drop of moisture running down her cheek.
The chill of the teardrop was enough to break the young girl out of her reverie, and quickly flicking it away she pulled up her sleeve and quickly accessed the public feeds. Scanning the tides of inane chatter for a few moments she tried to pick out anything directed her way, but apart from a few random party invites and corny pick-up lines from strangers who’d seen her profile online somewhere there was nothing.
Agitated she quickly dropped a new message into the sea, hoping her customer would find her message in a bottle before she wasted too much more of her valuable time. Somewhere out there a data terminal waited, and right now Susie really needed the guidance of Eva to help her find her way.
Pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself, her hand dropping to rest on the gym bag at her side, the young jacker shivered in the cold night air. The wait was taking too long and she was beginning to wonder whether her mystery buyer was even going to show up.
Her attention was piqued as she heard footsteps in the courtyard below, echoing loudly around the high walls surrounding the little private space hidden away amongst the aging architecture. Shuffling forwards anxiously she peeked over the edge of the roof, hoping to see whoever it was she was hear to meet waiting for her.
Instead all she saw were two young lovers, their hands quickly stripping off each other’s clothing just enough to get to the exciting parts hidden beneath. For a moment Susie felt happy for them, it had even a while since she’d indulged her carnal desires other than with something that ran on batteries, but as she watched them the lonely melancholy she lived so flamboyantly to avoid came rushing back.
Pushing herself back onto her ledge Susie hugged herself tightly on the cold, grimy rooftop. It was getting late, but she really didn’t have anywhere better to be, or anyone to be there with. Her chin sunk down onto her chest as she began to think a little too hard about her life, and after a few moments she felt a drop of moisture running down her cheek.
The chill of the teardrop was enough to break the young girl out of her reverie, and quickly flicking it away she pulled up her sleeve and quickly accessed the public feeds. Scanning the tides of inane chatter for a few moments she tried to pick out anything directed her way, but apart from a few random party invites and corny pick-up lines from strangers who’d seen her profile online somewhere there was nothing.
Agitated she quickly dropped a new message into the sea, hoping her customer would find her message in a bottle before she wasted too much more of her valuable time. Somewhere out there a data terminal waited, and right now Susie really needed the guidance of Eva to help her find her way.
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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.
///
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.
///
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.
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.
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Thrud
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.
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.
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A few minutes after the loving couple finished what they were doing and moved along Susie heard another set of footsteps in the courtyard below. Warily the young jacker leaned out of her hiding place, wiping the tears from her cheek as she glanced down over the edge again.
The figure seemed far more likely to be her contact, the obvious implants and vivid hair not something commonly seen on any of the locals. The tell-tale bulges beneath her jacket also showing she was far more prepared for a nighnt on the town than the last visitors.
Reaching back for her gym bag, Susie carefully hung it onto an antenna fastened to the nearby wall before flipping herself out onto the fire escape ladder next to it. Taking her time to make her way down the spiralling steps Susie watched the waiting figure closely, studying her for any signs would alert the jacker's keen instincts of danger. When she finally reached the bottom of the fire escape, Susie quickly leapt down onto the ground witgh an acrobatic flourish, hoping to both impress her guest and warn them of her skills, just in case they were still hiding anything from her.
"𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔," Susie recited, holding up her data tab reverently as she repeated the words she'd used on the public feed to advertise her sale, hoping the guest would understand her reference. If not, the benediction was a common enough greeting between Evaites to easily be passed off as innocent.
The figure seemed far more likely to be her contact, the obvious implants and vivid hair not something commonly seen on any of the locals. The tell-tale bulges beneath her jacket also showing she was far more prepared for a nighnt on the town than the last visitors.
Reaching back for her gym bag, Susie carefully hung it onto an antenna fastened to the nearby wall before flipping herself out onto the fire escape ladder next to it. Taking her time to make her way down the spiralling steps Susie watched the waiting figure closely, studying her for any signs would alert the jacker's keen instincts of danger. When she finally reached the bottom of the fire escape, Susie quickly leapt down onto the ground witgh an acrobatic flourish, hoping to both impress her guest and warn them of her skills, just in case they were still hiding anything from her.
"𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔," Susie recited, holding up her data tab reverently as she repeated the words she'd used on the public feed to advertise her sale, hoping the guest would understand her reference. If not, the benediction was a common enough greeting between Evaites to easily be passed off as innocent.
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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.
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Tables, bodies, shattered glass, casings, blood ... battle debris buried the floor. Huddled low amidst the chaos, Kira moved purposefully through the flanks. Corpses and wreckage made firm footing a scarce find that demanded careful attention. ‘Ten rounds.’ Her flanking movement had yet to be detected. Most of the shouting from the security team had ceased its existence. Most of the security team itself had also ceased its existence. She found the opening she wanted with two assailants in minimal armor in a line from her. She slinked out of her concealed position and fired once.
The crack of the gauss driver was louder than most of the weapons fire heard so far. ‘Nine rounds. Two bodies fell to the floor, gaping holes torn through each of their chests. The operative stalked away from the position, searching for another opening. Her shots drew attention from the enemies to her old position. Methodical movement made that fixation into a useful distraction. Kira continued to exist on their flank even as their attention rotated. Another hostile unwittingly found himself in a vulnerable position. The crimson samurai helmet couldn’t stop magnetically accelerated shot. ‘Eight rounds.’
Kira wanted an officer, a leader of some kind she could blow the head off of. Breaking the chain of command was incredibly disruptive to an assault. This rag-tag team seemed to be every man for himself. Kira noted as much as she found yet another tango oblivious to her new location. The rest of them were promptly alerted, while the mark never even heard the gunshot before his heart and part of his lung were blasted from his body. ‘Seven rounds.’ That managed to get their attention. This time her movement was slower, hiding from a spray of retaliatory fire.
Bullets had eroded any hard cover available. Even soft cover – just enough material to break line of sight – was running scarce. Kira had just run out of it. There was no longer anywhere for her to move without stepping into automatic gunfire. Her position would be hosed down as soon as she fired back unless she found, or made, a gap in the pattern of fire. She was trained to analyze patterns of enemies in an instant. From memory she made a decision on who to take out, and took the shot. ‘Six rounds.’ She saw the body recoil from the impact the instant she let the round fly. Reflexively she launched herself back the way she came, exploiting the momentary opening in the kill zones.
She made it to another covered position only to observe the sound of gunfire moving away. The untrained ear would never have noticed the distance, but Kira suspected they were backing off. She was around a corner that she was pretty sure couldn’t be penetrated by gunfire, but she also knew they had something particularly powerful with them. It had to be at least a .50 caliber AMR or a magnetic weapon, but the lower sound leaned more towards a high-caliber conventional ballistic firearm. She leaned herself around the corner to gather intel, also taking a shot at no one combatant in particular. ‘Five rounds.’
Indeed they were falling back, and in different directions. Whatever coordination they had was coming to an end, which worked to her advantage. There were two moving towards the street exit, and there was a burly soldier with a large automatic weapon eyeing her position headed towards the alley door. The instant she heard the alley door slam shut she bolted from around the corner towards the street. She kicked her way through the door, looking left and right for the hostiles. Both had taken off running. At first she gave chase, but then came to a stop to stabilize a shot. Now outside, the crack of her gauss driver echoed louder than any gunfire heard that night. One of the fleeing hostiles had his leg give out from under him, his kneecap having just been reduced to dust by Kira’s well-placed shot. ‘Four rounds.’
The second turned to defend his screaming comrade, but Kira lined up her shot faster. The shot to the throat nearly tore his head from his shoulders. Kira turned from the dead body and its writhing compatriot. “Anyone copy? Who’s not dead, report!”
Only four including Chief Hardass responded. A familiar voice – one with a traditional accent – came over the channel, “Response team has arrived.”
Kira turned around as several SUVs filled with JPN’s goons pulled up. Company Man from the train earlier got out of the lead vehicle. “Takeda-san,” he acknowledged with a bow, Kira returning the gesture, “we have delayed EPA as much as we can, however they will want to process the scene. We must work quickly.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, surveying the numerous agents already springing into action documenting the scene. “How would you like to handle your prisoner?”
For a minute Kira was confused, but a look over her shoulder revealed even more agents had arrived, and were dragging the bleeding bad guy out of the street. “Hmm ... kare o hebi no su ni nageru?” (“throw him in a serpent’s den?” – an Ori black site prison)
“How do you wish to interrogate him?” Company Man continued to speak with her in traditional Japanese, something only the upper portion of Ori could do. About half of the company personnel were hired locally in Europa, so the traditional language was usually only spoken between higher-ups in private conversation.
“I think the play is rendition. I should come with you to the site and make the approach.”
“You want to approach immediately?” Company Man inquired, surprised by the possibility.
“Nono. Let him sit for several hours. I need-” a yawn punctuated her answer, “a shred of rest before then. And coffee, definitely coffee. Large, double black, vanilla cream.”
Company Man just nodded and made a gesture to load up. Two agents had the wounded baddie cuffed and head-bagged and dragged his hobbling self to one of the vehicles. His leg was bandaged crudely but still bleeding. Kira followed and climbed into the passenger seat of the vehicle.
The crack of the gauss driver was louder than most of the weapons fire heard so far. ‘Nine rounds. Two bodies fell to the floor, gaping holes torn through each of their chests. The operative stalked away from the position, searching for another opening. Her shots drew attention from the enemies to her old position. Methodical movement made that fixation into a useful distraction. Kira continued to exist on their flank even as their attention rotated. Another hostile unwittingly found himself in a vulnerable position. The crimson samurai helmet couldn’t stop magnetically accelerated shot. ‘Eight rounds.’
Kira wanted an officer, a leader of some kind she could blow the head off of. Breaking the chain of command was incredibly disruptive to an assault. This rag-tag team seemed to be every man for himself. Kira noted as much as she found yet another tango oblivious to her new location. The rest of them were promptly alerted, while the mark never even heard the gunshot before his heart and part of his lung were blasted from his body. ‘Seven rounds.’ That managed to get their attention. This time her movement was slower, hiding from a spray of retaliatory fire.
Bullets had eroded any hard cover available. Even soft cover – just enough material to break line of sight – was running scarce. Kira had just run out of it. There was no longer anywhere for her to move without stepping into automatic gunfire. Her position would be hosed down as soon as she fired back unless she found, or made, a gap in the pattern of fire. She was trained to analyze patterns of enemies in an instant. From memory she made a decision on who to take out, and took the shot. ‘Six rounds.’ She saw the body recoil from the impact the instant she let the round fly. Reflexively she launched herself back the way she came, exploiting the momentary opening in the kill zones.
She made it to another covered position only to observe the sound of gunfire moving away. The untrained ear would never have noticed the distance, but Kira suspected they were backing off. She was around a corner that she was pretty sure couldn’t be penetrated by gunfire, but she also knew they had something particularly powerful with them. It had to be at least a .50 caliber AMR or a magnetic weapon, but the lower sound leaned more towards a high-caliber conventional ballistic firearm. She leaned herself around the corner to gather intel, also taking a shot at no one combatant in particular. ‘Five rounds.’
Indeed they were falling back, and in different directions. Whatever coordination they had was coming to an end, which worked to her advantage. There were two moving towards the street exit, and there was a burly soldier with a large automatic weapon eyeing her position headed towards the alley door. The instant she heard the alley door slam shut she bolted from around the corner towards the street. She kicked her way through the door, looking left and right for the hostiles. Both had taken off running. At first she gave chase, but then came to a stop to stabilize a shot. Now outside, the crack of her gauss driver echoed louder than any gunfire heard that night. One of the fleeing hostiles had his leg give out from under him, his kneecap having just been reduced to dust by Kira’s well-placed shot. ‘Four rounds.’
The second turned to defend his screaming comrade, but Kira lined up her shot faster. The shot to the throat nearly tore his head from his shoulders. Kira turned from the dead body and its writhing compatriot. “Anyone copy? Who’s not dead, report!”
Only four including Chief Hardass responded. A familiar voice – one with a traditional accent – came over the channel, “Response team has arrived.”
Kira turned around as several SUVs filled with JPN’s goons pulled up. Company Man from the train earlier got out of the lead vehicle. “Takeda-san,” he acknowledged with a bow, Kira returning the gesture, “we have delayed EPA as much as we can, however they will want to process the scene. We must work quickly.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, surveying the numerous agents already springing into action documenting the scene. “How would you like to handle your prisoner?”
For a minute Kira was confused, but a look over her shoulder revealed even more agents had arrived, and were dragging the bleeding bad guy out of the street. “Hmm ... kare o hebi no su ni nageru?” (“throw him in a serpent’s den?” – an Ori black site prison)
“How do you wish to interrogate him?” Company Man continued to speak with her in traditional Japanese, something only the upper portion of Ori could do. About half of the company personnel were hired locally in Europa, so the traditional language was usually only spoken between higher-ups in private conversation.
“I think the play is rendition. I should come with you to the site and make the approach.”
“You want to approach immediately?” Company Man inquired, surprised by the possibility.
“Nono. Let him sit for several hours. I need-” a yawn punctuated her answer, “a shred of rest before then. And coffee, definitely coffee. Large, double black, vanilla cream.”
Company Man just nodded and made a gesture to load up. Two agents had the wounded baddie cuffed and head-bagged and dragged his hobbling self to one of the vehicles. His leg was bandaged crudely but still bleeding. Kira followed and climbed into the passenger seat of the vehicle.
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