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ButtsnBalls"I'm someone that's really going to save your arse. Call me Guardian." Not her actual name, nor her street name, but it'd do for now. Rolling up her sleeve, words and data whipped past her vision in the blink of an eye. The police drone closest to them- so close in fact that its four armoured rotors were kicking up her jacket, spoke out to them in a noisy, mechanical voice.
"SAM ENDURO. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND AWAIT FOR SPECIAL RESPONSE TEAM." That wouldn't do at all. More code whipped by, and then Credit offered a wink to the machine. "SAM ENDURO. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS BEHI-" Suddenly the voice cut out. The machine offered a damn near pitiable whine, a thin trail of smoke rising up from the central chassis. Turning to the detective, the blue-haired woman grabbed her wrist and started to sprint, feet pounding against the top of the roof.
Then she leapt. Hyper-reactive pupils took every detail of the fall she could be hurling herself into as she crossed the divide between roof and drone. Her hand remained wrapped tight around Enduro's the entire time, until after what felt like a century she landed atop the beetle-like construction, fingers dangerously close to being turned into a fine paste by the rotors.
The weight of two human beings combined with the reduced lift output thanks to her little blowout meant that the drone could no longer stay airborne. Almost lazily it began to descend... But lazily wasn't good enough. Reaching into her jacket, another gun was retrieved, complete with another handy HUD warning on its illegality. HHK 'Shofar' Armour Piercing Handgun. CLASS 1 RESTRICTED WEAPON. BLANKET BAN APART FROM SPECIAL GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENTS. Two ever-so-slightly muffled barks of the gun and they were descending ever so slightly faster, the edge of the ceiling falling away just as the FREAKS appeared.
First Response Emergency Action Kill Squads. FREAKS if you were on the street, 'Special Response' if you were on the same side of the law that they were on. Sleek cyan masks hid their appearance and gave them a distinctly inhuman look, whist their hex-patterned powered armour made them damn near superhuman. Even so... An 80 story tumble was something they wouldn't be willing to risk.
She hoped.
"SAM ENDURO. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND AWAIT FOR SPECIAL RESPONSE TEAM." That wouldn't do at all. More code whipped by, and then Credit offered a wink to the machine. "SAM ENDURO. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS BEHI-" Suddenly the voice cut out. The machine offered a damn near pitiable whine, a thin trail of smoke rising up from the central chassis. Turning to the detective, the blue-haired woman grabbed her wrist and started to sprint, feet pounding against the top of the roof.
Then she leapt. Hyper-reactive pupils took every detail of the fall she could be hurling herself into as she crossed the divide between roof and drone. Her hand remained wrapped tight around Enduro's the entire time, until after what felt like a century she landed atop the beetle-like construction, fingers dangerously close to being turned into a fine paste by the rotors.
The weight of two human beings combined with the reduced lift output thanks to her little blowout meant that the drone could no longer stay airborne. Almost lazily it began to descend... But lazily wasn't good enough. Reaching into her jacket, another gun was retrieved, complete with another handy HUD warning on its illegality. HHK 'Shofar' Armour Piercing Handgun. CLASS 1 RESTRICTED WEAPON. BLANKET BAN APART FROM SPECIAL GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENTS. Two ever-so-slightly muffled barks of the gun and they were descending ever so slightly faster, the edge of the ceiling falling away just as the FREAKS appeared.
First Response Emergency Action Kill Squads. FREAKS if you were on the street, 'Special Response' if you were on the same side of the law that they were on. Sleek cyan masks hid their appearance and gave them a distinctly inhuman look, whist their hex-patterned powered armour made them damn near superhuman. Even so... An 80 story tumble was something they wouldn't be willing to risk.
She hoped.
