<b>Nikki</b><br/><br/>The dregbanger leaned against the wall, and half grinned at Nikki's lewdness. He clasped his hands together, making the motions of cracking his knuckles, but with two cybernetic arms at the elbow, it was an action of habit. He looked away from her, glancing out the still open door, considering whether to take her up on the offer. After a moment he gave a bit of a shrug and muttered, "Ah fuck it, why not." Though the music drowned out his words.<br/><br/>He walked over to Nikki, slouched on the couch next to the half comatose Frakkis. He leaned over her and ran a cool metal hand over Nikki's flat stomach, the microscopic haptic feedback telling his brain everything about the way she felt. Even with her legs spread wide open, Pussy wet and glistening and dribbling cum, the dregbanger reached around and clasped her ass.<br/><br/>"Oooh, yeah... you're real alright. Why don't you roll over and gimme a good look at that tight ass of yours." He told her.<br/><br/>In the bathroom, Cleaver had his head cocked back, staring at the ceiling with half lidded eyes. Through the haze in his mind, a faint instinct that hadn't yet been completely drowned out by the neurochemical roller-coaster made his ear prick, made him blink. He paused for a moment, listened.<br/><br/>Somewhere underneath the music he heard something. His addled mind struggled to draw a connection to the sound of breaking glass. But in his mind it seemed so far away, like an echo down a long hallway.<br/><br/>Nikki's new partner fondled her butt. His unzipped his pants and let his hardening cock flop out. He grasped the back of Nikki's hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her, letting his dick press against her ass. It was warm, the flesh and blood in it very real. He spoke into her ear. "Can't let an ass like this be left out of the party."<br/><br/>He pulled her hips up, presenting her to him. He rode the length of his dick between her cheeks before grasping his cock and teasing her ass with it.<br/><br/>The music fell silent suddenly. The man with the tip of his dick in Nikki's but looked up. "Hey, asshole, what the fuck?"<br/><br/>Cleaver stood by the speakers, hand on the power button, stark naked. He stared into space in front of him with wide eyes. He was swaying a little. Nikki's current lover stared at him, expecting an answer.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion / Valerie</b><br/><br/>"On my way." Kal responded. A moment later he entered the room, giving it a quick once over and then stopping cold as he saw the body, the writing on the wall.<br/><br/>It shook him, set him back as he was confronted with the scene. It took him a long moment to collect himself enough to look at Darion and the broken window. He forced himself not to look, forced himself to keep his eyes on Darion - on the job.<br/><br/>"Huh... uh, yeah. Yeah, hope no one heard that." He spoke with forced resolution. "Let's roll."<br/><br/>As Darion stepped out onto the narrow ledge, he was confronted suddenly with their distance off the ground. A fall probably wouldn't kill them, but it would fuck them up plenty Kal followed him out, back pressed against the concrete wall as he shimmied.<br/><br/>"Hey, feel free to roll your ass out here on this ledge and move us along." He responded to Valerie's pressure.<br/><br/>The two men moved along, two bodies on the edge of the vast machine of Pangu. All around them billions of lives were carrying on, far overhead, down the street. The empty expanse beyond the row of buildings a void of anything but sound, the heartbeat of the concrete world. All they had out on that narrow edge was the heat and humdity of it, making the air stick to them, to their shoes and clothes, hang on their skin... and that distant muffled thumping, behind some wall ahead, like a heartbeat.<br/><br/>Darion's assessment of the utility lines became less confident as he got closer. It was a lot narrower up close, and as Darion reached it, a lot less sturdy than they might have hoped. Kal looked at the man.<br/><br/>"Alright... So maybe we take the sub-level instead." He posed, looking at the rigging.<br/><br/>The music stopped.<br/><br/>Kal froze on the ledge, looking up suddenly. Had they been heard, seen? Did someone hear the glass? It didn't matter. Good idea or not, they needed to get the fuck off that ledge, and now.<br/><br/>"Go, go, go!" He whispered sharply.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/>It was a camera, of all things that she got a hold of next. This one on the fourth floor. It took it a moment, the machine throwing a barrage of errors as it tried to sort itself out while turning on. But a few jabs and prod in the right place and Valerie had convinced the machine that it was business as usual. It had a straight shot down the hallway, and it told her that it could rotate, though the condition the servos were in was unknown. It may be able to glide smoothly, it may make a hell of a racket if she tried to turn it. It was a gamble.<br/><br/>But the hallway was lit, that much she could see immediately.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/>As Spook stepped into the dimly lit corridor, a pair of heavy sliding doors closed behind her, sealing her in. After a moment, a red circle appeared on the floor in the center of the corridor, and a male voice piped in.<br/><br/>"Stand in the red circle." It ordered, though the voice sounded prerecorded. Pleasant but stern.<br/><br/>When Spook complied, the loud sound of machinery surrounded her. At the far end of the room, a red field appeared, translucent, glowing. It's emitters just barely visible at the top and base of the room's walls. They began sliding in unison toward her, the red field closing it. As it passed over her, she felt a peculiar tingling in her prosthetic limbs, the scan muddling with their cybernetic nerves.<br/><br/>And there she stood as it passed over her like a searching eye, probing for her bodies secrets. She was completely and utterly exposed to the unseen watchers beyond the room, her every inch being scrutinized. The field passed beyond her, then passed back over her again, the bright red line where the light hit her forming to every tiny contour of her naked body.<br/><br/>The field returned to its original position on the far end of the corridor and went out, the red circle on the floor vanishing as well. On the opposite side of the corridor from where she entered, a pair of doors slid open. The light beyond was bright for a moment, but the armored silhouette was unmistakable. The woman in the WatchTower armor with assault rifle raised her hand and beckoned to Spook.<br/><br/>"Step out." She ordered.<br/><br/>Spook emerged into a holding area, a long series of corridors with small 3x3 meter cells. Transparent walls to the corridor gave their occupants nothing to hide. No privacy.  The gap at the base of the wall suggested the they were a quarter meter thick. Guards patrolled the hall. As she was walked down the hall, Spook noted that the inhabitants of the cells varied widely. Some were dressed in simply white clothing, others wore nothing at all. She counted Dregbangers, all nude, and the ostensibly normal person as well, all clothed.<br/><br/>She was escorted into a room off the main walk, inside was a table, and a large array of tools. The woman in armor pointed to the table.<br/><br/>"Have a seat." 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