<b>Valerie / Darion</b><br/><br/><br/>"Some shit about death, or something. Who the fucks knows." Kal responded. He chuckled a little. "Then again, that just makes them dead men walking."<br/><br/>"Well, that right there's the catch." He told them, "Anything they got in there as far as security is going to be old as shit, know what I'm saying? No way of knowing what works. Lights? Who knows. Cameras? If we're lucky. Door locks - now that would be a stroke of fucking serendipity right there... so don't count on it."<br/><br/>"Night vision? Hell, I haven't seen shit in fifteen years." He responded dryly, his own little inside joke.<br/><br/>They passed someone who had jammed themselves between a dumpster and a wall. They recoiled, hands shaking, one eye bloodshot, the other prosthetic and non-functioning. Kal threw them a wary look, placing his hand on his gun as they passed. He didn't want to deal with any jacked out nutjobs on their way there.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I'm more worried about just getting there." He muttered to himself.<br/><br/>"How do you know how to shoot, Wombat?" He inquired, tossing a look down a street as they crossed it. There were a few people down the way, hanging out at an open doorway. "You know, so I can set a reasonable expectation."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/><br/>Skullface, the self identified 'Cleaver,' looked at Nikki with some annoyance. He had apparently developed a measure of regret for not shooing her off earlier. That or her question had finally driven home the annoyances of the rest of the gang. He sneered for a moment, glancing at the fridge. And then he thought, you know what? Fuck those guys. One chick, no matter what she was packing couldn't do a damn thing to all of them. She'd have to be kami-crazy to do some shit like that.<br/><br/>His ogled her for a moment, taking a look at her exposed midriff, the bottom of her breasts beneath her top. "You know what? Who fuckin' cares?" He tossed up his hands and took a long drink. He hooked a finger under the bottom of her top and gave a tug. "We're movin' some prosthetics, top end shit."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/><br/>"Traffic disturbance! Right there, see it?" Shiva barked suddenly.<br/><br/>"Where, I don't see it." Cat answered, eyes darting.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah I got it!"<br/><br/>"Shit, we might miss 'em!"<br/><br/>"Then we go now!" Mary throttled the bike, taking off with the screaming squeal of tires on the parking garage concrete.<br/><br/>Cat jolted, looking surprised. "Shit!" He kicked the bike into gear, jamming the uplink further into her cleavage. "Hang on!" She yelled. The bike kicked as she tried to get it moving. "Come on, you bitch!"<br/><br/>The group tore across the concrete and out of the parking garage, banking hard. People had to move quickly to get out of the way. They turned hard, the riders speaking, but Spook was unable to hear what they were saying over the noise. Cat, linked into the group's chat yelled. "Fuck that, I got this!"<br/><br/>She banked suddenly away from the group, twisting the throttle and launching the machine forward. People looked on, shaken from their lives as the machine roared past them. She banked hard as the side came to a T intersection. She leaned hard into the turn as she took it at a reckless speed, narrowly missing a passing vehicle. She pulled the brake and the bike skidded, sliding sideways. Directly ahead of them was a sign with a down arrow, and beneath it a wide stairwell.<br/><br/>"Going down!" Cat yelled and gunned it.<br/><br/>The bike caught air as it went over the lip of the stairs, the roaring engine and yelling rider encouraging people to gangway. They reached the bottom of the first flight, braked, rear tire revving and spinning with a loud scream as Cat pivoted the bike around to take the next flight, leaving a long black trail on the ground. People screamed. Cat laughed. All Spook could do was hang on for dear life.<br/><br/>The bike screeched around as she turned again, took the next flight of stairs. As they came to its end, she turned once again. At the far end of the flight was the top of a walkway that crossed over a multi-lane road. Cat looked over her shoulder, grinning madly. She gunned the throttle, the bike kicking back onto its rear wheel. Hanging on at this point was an act of faith and luck. The bike hit the railing a the bottom of the flight of stairs, popped up over it, coming down hard on the top of the overpass. The bike threatened to topple for a moment, requiring Cat to put her foot down and try to wrestle the thing back under control. A gut wrenching drop onto the ramp leading down off the walkway followed, people throwing themselves against the railing to get out of the way. The bike hit the sidewalk, veered onto the road and they were accelerating again.<br/><br/>"You still with me back there?" Cat yelled, dodging around a vehicle moving at a reasonable speed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>