(Andraus)<br/><br/>Ahh,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdnb.artstation.com%2Fp%2Fassets%2Fimages%2Fimages%2F000%2F265%2F771%2Flarge%2Fklaus-pillon-cityscape-final.jpg%3F1414091224&amp;hash=d9e71362895f256deb0f9471b7294f5d" href="https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/265/771/large/klaus-pillon-cityscape-final.jpg?1414091224" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">New Manhattan</a>. A place where all the scientific wonder of mankind had started. A place of splendor, of culture, of refinement......<br/><br/>Pfft, who the hell am I kidding? Place is a scum-hole, ruled by the big-wigs that sit in their fancy offices while those of left behind get kicked around and pushed to the curb. So why the hell am I here?<br/><br/>Cause I am someone who can handle a gun.<br/><br/>I got around by being a mercenary, a bounty hunter, and a general hitman- You had a problem, you wanted me to capture or kill someone, you wanted a debt forgotten? You came to me. I made quite a name for myself, as I had a reputation for always putting business first.<br/><br/>Least, I did, before I met<i>HER!</i><br/><br/>What, you wanna know abut my boring story?.....~<i>Sigh~</i>Okay, you asked for it.<br/><br/>Here is how it started....<br/><br/><i>~~~~~~August 23rd, 2037~~~~~~<br/>
~~~~~~Mitis Family Hideout~~~~~~</i><br/><br/><i>"</i><b>Jesus fuck!" </b>said a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.kmkdesigns.org%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2015%2F08%2Fil_570xN.545920447_8y72.jpg&amp;hash=e7b34d0e7ce4e7737db8caf21f29eba1" href="https://www.kmkdesigns.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/il_570xN.545920447_8y72.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">grunt</a>for the Mitis crime family. He was running away from a spray of bullets from the outside. He began firing with his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-9wZKMskB5Zw%2FTj8T4kqv-sI%2FAAAAAAAAASM%2F-hNgf2YCjVI%2Fs1600%2FMaking_Gun_033.JPG&amp;hash=2f4187fc75b4a3aa5ea9dab947cc7b56" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wZKMskB5Zw/Tj8T4kqv-sI/AAAAAAAAASM/-hNgf2YCjVI/s1600/Making_Gun_033.JPG" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">pistol</a>at the shooter, but he saw that most of crew was already falling. He opted to fall back to the boss, seeing as the smart thing to do. When he reached for the door panel, he cried out in pain as a knife stuck through his hand, into the wall.<br/><br/>The man would then see someone approach him, before lowering his head, cowering. "<b>Oh god, please don't kill me!"</b><br/><br/>"<b>Shut up. I have a couple of questions for you." </b>The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fd7%2F34%2F7b%2Fd7347b5f7f39db5269af863cafd0490a.jpg&amp;hash=37b038706fdc16bc5f5df718d52f3622" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d7/34/7b/d7347b5f7f39db5269af863cafd0490a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">figure</a>said. He wore a military issue combat-skin, that covered most of his body. He would then grip the knife, before twisting it. "<b>Where is your boss?"<br/>
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"AGH! I-in the back, in his safe-room!"</b><br/><br/>"<b>....and the keycode to his safe-room?"<br/>
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"I-I don't know!"</b><br/><br/>The man would take the guy's pistol and shoot him once in the leg.<br/><br/>"<b>OH GOD, AHH! " </b>The thug would just lean on his good leg, now losing blood. "<b>41642505! That's the keycode, alright?!"</b><br/><br/>"<b>Good boy." </b>The figure said, before reaching over and rip the knife out. He would then pat the walls, before pulling back his fists. He would then shatter the brick wall. This guy wasn't just using a suit- He was an augmented! The figure would then look towards the thug.<br/><br/>"<b>Boo."</b><br/><br/>To the figures joy, the guy would begin moving away as fast as his good leg could carry him. The unknown male would begin moving through the place, pulling his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Firc.liber-mundi.org%2Fimages%2FFabrica_de_Armas_Malachai.jpg&amp;hash=3ef1490b7565f6822e60ac79e8b11f4f" href="http://irc.liber-mundi.org/images/Fabrica_de_Armas_Malachai.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">assault rifle</a>off his back. He would shoot at a figure behind a wall, using the suits heat-seeker to take them down. It wouldn't be long before he finally approached the safe room.<br/><br/>Typing in the key-code in, he quickly dodged to the side, as bullets went past his head. When heard the typical '<i>You're fucking dead!' </i>crap, he just shook his head and sighed, before putting the thug's pistol in the door, shooting the both of them. Stepping in, he saw his target-<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ffarm6.static.flickr.com%2F5536%2F10385665674_b1e4494f39_b.jpg&amp;hash=faa88c38023a5cf1b15c00b072bdf8eb" href="https://farm6.static.flickr.com/5536/10385665674_b1e4494f39_b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sigurd Mitis</a>, son of the local Don, Aidan '<i>Ragnarok' </i>Mitis.<br/><br/>He was holding a baseball bat. The moment the figure walked over, he stood up. "<b>Don't you know who my father is?! you can't do this! You kill me, you'll bring the entire Mitis family on your head!" </b>He tried his best to be intimidating.<br/><br/><b>"Calm, down, idiot. I'm taking you alive."</b>The guy said, grabbing the bat and breaking it.<br/><br/>The kid looked utterly perplexed. "<b>What....seriously?!" </b>He said, before being thrown against the wall. He then felt handcuffs around his wrists. "<b>What are you, a cop?!"</b><br/><br/>"<b>No. Christ, you are a stereotype..." </b>He said, looking towards the hooker underneath his desk. He moved his head to the side and the girl bolted.<br/><br/>"<b>Fuck. You." </b>Sigurd said, before turning around and spitting on the guy's helmet. "<b>Who the hell do you think you are?!"</b><br/><br/>The guy would wipe his helmet off, before pressing a button on his suit. It would move way, slide, and slip into his body. The male before him him would then pull his rifle off his back. "<b>The name is <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fee%2F65%2Fbf%2Fee65bf57a84ba0b991ca93566f36e537.jpg&amp;hash=50ad89a29fe5a4ad960d2648df5ac8d6" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ee/65/bf/ee65bf57a84ba0b991ca93566f36e537.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Troy Conners</a>....I'm a bounty hunter." </b>He said, before moving his rifle up, and knocking the guy out with the stock of his gun.<br/><br/><i>~~~The Next Night~~~</i><br/><br/>Troy would be inside his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fus.v-cdn.net%2F5021068%2Fuploads%2Feditor%2F8f%2Fwe3lddb2nct0.png&amp;hash=3c2a6a9a5e8fb54ff900081c571ed0f9" href="https://us.v-cdn.net/5021068/uploads/editor/8f/we3lddb2nct0.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">apartment</a>, fixing up his robotic arms. Most of his body had cybernetic enhancement, which was a given considering he was ex-military and nearly had his life blown out of him. Body was built for killing and as it turned out? There was a lot of money in killing or capturing the people these corporations wanted. Made his life a hell of a lot easier too.<br/><br/>Most of his skin was synthetic. Hell, most of his body was synthetic- Only thing was real was his lower half and his organs, and Troy was not ashamed to admit it- He didn't need help in either cases. Flexing his fingers, making sure the nerves were connected properly, he checked his bank account.<br/><br/><i>Deposit Amount of Troy Conners<br/>
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$14,583.09<br/>
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Bounty on that bastard paid well- His father was '<i>hesitant' </i>to pay tribute to the local branch of the Alexandria Arms Corporation, and they wanted to send him a reminder of what happened if you displeased them. Troy was originally paid twenty-five grand flat, but between the cost of his ammo and the repairs needed on his body, not to mention the rent of his home and upgrades he wanted to get, it meant he had to pay a pretty sum. Still, 14 and a half grand wasn't bad money for a mission like that. At the end of the day, he got his money.<br/>
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That was his policy- He didn't ask questions, but he got paid good. He was a professional.<br/>
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Getting up, grabbing the box of noodles of the table, he went by his computer, before he saw a message coming in from an encrypted channel, one he didn't expect to see today- Hades, the hidden king of the underworld. People respected him and feared him. He had his hands in most of the major corporations in the world and ensured that the '<i>Balance' </i>was always kept.<br/>
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No-one knew who he was. There was no sign of motive or any type of way to trace him to anything. All that was known was his calling card- The symbol of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn33.picsart.com%2F154244303000202.jpeg%3Fr1024x1024&amp;hash=69bbf2d376637c75a468335b4463d8c4" href="https://cdn33.picsart.com/154244303000202.jpeg?r1024x1024" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Hades</a>.<br/>
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He was also Troy's main contractor.<br/>
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Troy would press a button, connecting him. "<b>What's up, boss?"</b><br/>
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<b>"Ah, Troy, how delightful- How is my favorite Bounty Hunter?" </b>He said, the robotic synthesizer covering his voice. <br/>
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"<b>You say that to all your men, Hades." </b>He said, twirling a 5.56 round in his hand. "<b>What do you need?"<br/>
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"I have a job for you, if you're interested. It's another capture mission."</b><br/>
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"<b>A job is a job, what's the difference?" </b>He said, tossing the bullet in the air and catching it.<br/>
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"<b>I need you to capture an elusive thief. They're proving quite difficult to catch and I figured you could use the challenge. Prove yourself, if you will. "</b> He told him.<br/>
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"<b>What's there to prove?"</b></i><br/><b><i><br/>
<b>"That you're the better Augmented."</b><br/>
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Troy would place the bullet down, raising an eyebrow towards the monitor. One thing he didn't do often was hunt down other Aug's. It wasn't easy taking one on. He should know- Troy himself was one, and he didn't really have many people that could keep up with him.. "<b>What do I do with this person? Where's the drop off?" </b><br/>
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"<b>Your apartment. You bring them here and contact me for further instructions."</b><br/>
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"<b>I don't do special contracts often, Hades. Gonna cost ya."</b><br/>
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"<b>Trust me. The reward will be well worth the effort. I take it you'll accept the contract?"</b><br/>
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"<b>You know it. Send me the details. "</b> He said. It would be good to test his skills against another Augmented. He would then pick up the bullet again, twirling it in his fingers, before opening the file, looking up what Hades had on this person.<br/>
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He didn't know what sort of ride he was in for.....</i></b>