<b>Darion</b><br/><br/>Cleaver followed the alley, hazily looking for the source of the broken glass. He had no aim, no course of action. He was a drug addled body following around an animal instinct without the brains to sharpen it. He came around the back of the building, looked right a Valerie. His brain didn't have time to put the image together.<br/><br/>He was too busy choking on his own blood.<br/><br/>Cleaver went down, easy enough. Falling limp, the weight of the metal in his body making him heavier than he should have been. One down.<br/><br/>And then somewhere above him he heard the suppressed thud of a gunshot. And moments later, three more. Across the street, the two punks whistling at the hooker took off. The woman backed down the alley she stood beside, dropping low as she looked at the pagoda roofed building, eyes wide, suddenly alert.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/><br/>The gunshot woke them both up, and quick. Kal was down, the gangster on top of him. When Nikki called to let him go, the gangbanger thought she was talking to him. He froze, confused, eyes darting. He was in a bloodlust with a gun to the back of his head. At least, that's what he thought. Half snarling at Kal on the ground, he raised his hands. The bitch had been playing them from the start. He should have just killed her and fucked her corpse. Now he<i>knew</i>this was an inside job.<br/><br/>Kal, nose bleeding looked the skullbanger in the face. There was a momentary unspoken word of hate, and then Kal grinned, his teeth stained red. He reached for the holster under his right arm. He grabbed the gun, and in that moment, the look upon the gangbanger's face as he realized the man had been armed the entire time. He lunged, panicked.<br/><br/>He tried to scream, but all that could be heard was the three rapid bangs as Kal put three holes in his chest. Kal shoved the corpse off him, scrambled through the doorway next to him. A window to the street met him, and below it a bed haphazardly set up. He dropped low against the wall, expecting the hooker to open fire after him.<br/><br/>She had a gun.<i>Why the hell did the hooker have a gun</i>?<br/><br/>It didn't matter. This little caper of theirs had just gone screaming off a cliff. The moment she opened fire, the whole fucking building knew something was up. If the kid had been right, if there was only five of the assholes, then he just dropped one. A second one was passed out on the couch, with Darion taking out the third - hypothetically. That left two, probably on the floor above them. Well, two and an armed prostitute.<br/><br/>Kal tried to steady his breath, to sound resolute and less like a man with a gun pointed at him. He had lost control of the situation - but this chick didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>"Give it up, darling." Kal called from inside the bedroom. "This doesn't concern you. Just call it a day and head home."<br/><br/>"Wheels, crazy chick just woke this whole place up. Tell me we're fine." Kal whispered, aiming his gun at the doorway in case the woman tried to come after him.<br/><br/>Already he could hear footfalls above him, scrambling boots. And it sounded like a hell of a lot more than two guys.<br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki -1 Loaded Bullet(s)<br/>
Kal -3 Loaded Bullet(s)</b><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/>They weren't fine. They were really fucking far from<i> fine</i>. Shortly after the gunshot her access point was hit. Someone had entered the network and immediately stumbled on her. Nothing happened. The new user remained present, but inactive. She couldn't hear the man in the top floor yelling to the others, couldn't hear him on the verge of a meltdown as he told them someone was in the system, had access.<br/><br/>As it happened, she got hold of the fifth floor camera, though only one. The other, was simply not responding. As the feed linked, she saw five more of the skull gangbangers running down the hall. She saw the shotguns, the submachine guns, the assault rifles. She saw body armor. Three of them disappeared into the stairwell. Another appeared at the bottom of her view angle. He was running toward the stairwell, then stopped, turned, yelled something. He looked confused, shocked. He looked up, right at the camera. His eyes widened. He lifted his shotgun and fired.<br/><br/>The camera went dead.<br/><br/><br/><br/><b><br/>
Spook</b><br/><br/>Her host joined her in the back of the vehicle settling along side her into the remarkably comfortable seat. He sat close, though not so close as to become awkward, or unnecessarily forward towards her. His spacing, his demeanor and posture was precise, exacting in its casual formality. The vehicle began moving without his word, the driver sitting in the seat before them wore white, his blonde hair carefully styled. Beneath his right ear Spook could see a set of three small dots of pale blue light - a fashion statement, perhaps.<br/><br/>The man beside her said nothing. He looked casually out the window to his left, watching the multicolored tones of the world outside pass by. It gave Spook time to settle into her surrounding, gave her time to really absorb where she was. The vehicle's interior was completely furnished. Satin black, hand stitched for all she knew. Plenty of leg room, enough to stretch her legs out a little in. Odd as it was, she couldn't see to get a fix on where a subtle, pleasant scent in the vehicle was coming from. A glass sat in a recess just within arms reach, and beside it a bottle of something. The glass was real crystal, etched with a name. Spook scratched that, it was a logo. Tenzou something.<br/><br/>In the world, there were a few things everybody knew. Don't shit where you eat, look both ways when you cross the street; those common knowledge things that made the world go 'round. Among those things was a list of exclusive names, ones that you couldn't get away from. APTS Cybergenics. Technica Global. REcom. ExoGen. NavitasTerra. They were the most powerful corporations on the planet and snuggled right up near the top of that list was Tenzou Industries. In geo-economic power Tenzou came in a comfortable third place. Pangu was split sixty-thirty between APTS Cybergenics and Tenzou Industries. APTS maintained preeminencey in the south, Tenzou the north. Products with their stamps on them were everywhere. It just happened that in her part of the world, APTS was the big dog on the block, and most of the shit that fell on the Dreg came from them. Shit, her arm had a Tenzou logo on there somewhere under all that Dreg tweaking.<br/><br/>Spook suddenly became acutely aware of the man's attention being on her. He had leaned forward just enough to look past her chest at her broken arm. He uttered the slightest grunt. "Jericho, if we could please reroute to the nearest Limb Clinic."<br/><br/>The car turned at the next intersection. Her host returned his gaze out the window, then spoke once more. "Do you know what power is, Spook?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b><br/>
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