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It was a clear night outside, the empty sky of just darkness stretched overhead as people on the streets hurried to their destination or just enjoyed their nightly stroll through the night. Night was the time that all sorts of people came out to play and that included the net-runners. It was the time of day where people of all kinds came to do what they did not feel comfortable or deemed stupid to do during the day. It was just something about the night that spoke seductive whispers of desire to people that made people want to do the most dangerous of things at night rather than day time. Even though there are many apartment complexes that one can focus on, one in particular would be of importance. The apartment complex was small but it was a luxury complex, built to fit the tastes of anyone that had the money for it and with movers and planners at your will to make your home feel more...home; it was one of the best apartments to live in. The flickering of the digital woman at the front of the building illuminated anything infront of it but the darkness of the night took up most of the light, swallowing it whole.<br/>
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The sound of rapid tapping of the keys was heard throughout a small room yet spacey room. It was dark outside and it was just how Nyx liked it. Nyx in real was the one typing away at her set up looking for information on a Luna Auxier. She didn’t need to run the grid to get this file and with thanks from The Legion, it actually made getting the file again easier this time around. Once she hacked into the file by clicking on her blue butterfly the file sucked into the butterfly and then the butterfly broke into digital blue squares and vanished. Dark brown eyes squinted at the small dot on her screen and a snort was heard throughout the dim lit room. Cables of all kinds ran throughout the room and through the ceiling, all connecting to the big setup infront of Nyx. Once she had the file securely in place she used this time to erase the black dot on her screen. It was nothing but a simple malware that came to collect the file and could easily be erased. After a small battle of wits and coding the black dot vanished and she let a smirk fall across her lips. <br/>
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Nyx sighed in relief at having collected the file, it was very important she did. Even if she already reached out to Luna and offered her assistance on trying to figure out why Amy was alive and why they both were ambushed, the whole situation did not make sense at all. Sighing softly, Nyx remembered the encounter she had with Luna...she was a very funny woman to deal with. She remembered how Luna reacted to one of her old crewmates being alive and she felt for the poor woman. To think that Amy could have been behind that ambush five years ago made her want to hug the woman to ease the betrayal sting. Shaking her head, blonde locks fanning around her head and swaying she stood up from her seat infront of the set up and went to go leave the room. <br/>
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That was until she heard a message on her set up that she stopped and went back to check. She hurried to her position and was ready to take down any malware that wanted Luna’s file back but it was just a call out. Curiously, Nyx opened the call out...so someone is requesting for a Zero-Day scripter. Humming in thought, Nyx decided to answer this call. Even though she worked for the Legion, she was still able to have her personal time and be with anybody as long as she took care of the Legion first. With that thought in mind she decided that she would help out whoever was requesting for one of the Zero-day. Nyx quickly grabbed her backpack, after stuffing her laptop, some other devices and her favorite candy she zipped the bag up and headed out of her room. She almost hissed when the light from the apartment leaked into her eyes, being in that room for hours without proper lighting can hurt. Nyx made a note that once she got paid to get another cyberware installed into her that helped with light adjustments and fatigue. With that in mind she hurried to turn off her apartment light, once that was done she headed out of the door and to the club. Her apartment locked behind her after saying goodbye, she smiled…she was kind of glad to be in the Legion, she had the money to spend on improving her cyberware or her hacking. And there were neat little things she could buy like the hoverboard that kids dreamed of getting but it was too pricey and to some parents, dangerous.<br/>
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However, now was not the time to think of this, once she was outside she pulled her hoverboard from behind her and set it on the ground. It hover above the ground a couple inches, like a pro she stepped on the hoverboard and off she went, her hood was pulled up over head but it still didn’t keep from her blonde locks from spilling out of the hood due to the breeze from riding the hoverboard. She looked at her wrist and noticed that she would be at the club in a little under ten minutes from the small GPS hologram. Nodding her head she weaved through the busy streets with swiftness, other people on hoverboards doing the same thing but they were having fun by doing tricks. Nyx glanced to the left to see a kid looking at her with awe, she gave him a small smile and continued on her way to the club. Today she wore a off the shoulder black shirt that said 'KISS ME' in white letters, that showed half of her stomach and a red and black plaid jacket over it. White shorts with black thigh high stockings and black combat boots accompanied her shirt and jacket to make up her outfit for tonight. She wasn’t the curvaceous girl out there but she did have some curves and a bit of a bust.<br/>
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After some more weaving and getting some close calls of almost hitting people she was now at the club and ready to enter. Nyx slowly stepped off her hoverboard and it raised high enough for her to grab it and change it to its sheath mode which pretty much turned into a small cube for her to hang on her hip. After walking to the entrance of the club, a scanner was present and she held up her arm and the device scanned her arm, it turned green and the door to the club unlocked and she pushed her way in. After taking some steps she was in the nice lit club and she decided to send out the message that she was here.  She did not know what to expect but if push came to shove she would bolt if the need arises. Deciding that she would go to the bar and get a drink she hurried to the bar and slid up into one of the bar stools. Her short self just barely managing to climb such a high barstool. <br/>
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The bartender looked at Nyx and smiled with a knowing look. “Rumchata Float tonight, Nyx?” The bartender said in a gentle voice but loud enough for her to hear. She smiled at him and nodded before speaking. “You know it.” With a nod the male moved with swiftness to prepare her drink, she watched him as he added in all of the ingredients to her drink then topped it off with a rootbeer, smiling as he placed her drink on a napkin and slid it to her she took the drink and started to sip it through a straw. It was such a creamy delight and with the soda in there it made it even better. Humming in approval she paid for her drink, making sure to tip the bartender well for his service. She heard his baritone voice once more and smiled at him. "Thank you Nyx, you are too kind." Nyx let out a small giggle and respond to him. "No problem Edward." <br/>
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"Please, call me Ed, Nyx." He said with a smile and Nyx nodded. "Alright Ed, so any thing major going on around here?"<br/>
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Nyx almost pouted when Ed shook his head, not yet getting any juicy gossip that anything was going on, with a sigh and nod she then looked around the club, wondering if she could spot the one that did the call out. Well, hopefully the guy or gal wanted just that, help and not to be a troll. Time was of value, and even though she could not fight she would give that person a ear full of why they are a dumbass. With that in mind, Nyx pulled up her cell phone and looked at the message once more and sent a message telling the person to meet her at the bar because she was here. Humming in thought she sipped her rumchata float and waited.<br/>
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