<b>Darion / Valerie</b><br/><br/>"Wouldn't worry about that." Kal muttered in response to Wombat's assessment of Dreg conditions, confirming the man's relative newness to the place. He hadn't spent enough time in the Dreg to see a WatchTower dispatch with a maintenance crew. Something breaking down in the Dreg could affect a system in the higher tiers and inconvenience for the high and mighty wasn't tolerated.<br/><br/>Still, Kal gave the gunman a thoughtful look. It was a solid point he was making. Going bottom to top meant more floors to traverse, more potential to be noticed before they wanted to be. Then again, hopping to the third floor could put them in the middle of a hornet's nest. It was a risk either way.<br/><br/>"Fuck it, we'll try for the third floor." Kal agreed. "Come on."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion</b><br/><br/>The front door the adjacent building was open, another apartment complex. As the two stepped inside they were bathed in yellow from the overhead light. The tile floor was cracked, grimy, marked by who the hell knew what. Kal gave the elevator a half glance then decided against it. He knew a guy that had been jumped in an elevator. Skinners had been chilling on top of it, when it started moving, they dropped in some nerve gas. Bim bang boom. Easy money.<br/><br/>"Stairs."<br/><br/>The two headed up, the edge of the steps rimmed in a glowing strip. It would have made it easier to see them, but now all it did was emphasize the shit on them. Kal proceeded carefully, pistol drawn, making his way past the meters of graffiti on the walls, some of it apparently put there by people with a tenuous grasp of the chosen language. The sign the indicated the third floor had been broken, smashed in.<br/><br/>Kal tried the stairwell door, finding only minor resistance, pushed it open. He cautiously looked out, down the hallway. Like any apartment building, the hall was lined with doors. Like anything in the Dreg, any one of the doors could have a gun behind it. Kal stepped out, heading down the hall, past the damaged, graffiti strewn wall. One hole was so large that he could see clear into the room on the other side.<br/><br/>"Watch the doors." He whispered Wombat.<br/><br/>At the end of the hall was a window, barred, cracked, and smudged. Light filtered through the grime as Kal leaned forward, checking their position relative to their intended target. Outside the a sheer drop in the 156th Lateral, the railing of the plaza visible o the right.<br/><br/>Kal pointed to the right side of the hall, in the direction they needed to go. Now it was the simply process of finding a window close enough to get to the pipes and crawl across. The rigging had been about center, so he headed to the rough center of the hall. Two doors could have potentially lead to an access point. He glanced at Wombat.<br/><br/>"Flip a coin, eh?" He smirked, then pulled off his mirrorshades and set them in his pocket. "You go right, I'll go left." He glanced at the man's firearm. "Don't go shooting at someone unless we have to. That fuckin' thing's loud as hell. Good chance the dickheads next door might hear it."<br/><br/>Kal got up next to his door, putting his back against the wall beside it. He gave Wombat a nod, then extended his arm and quietly knocked on the door, then retracted his arm. Last time he had to go knocking on a door, turned out there was a drugged up, and armed, dickhead on the other side. He emptied an entire clip through the door. Reasons like that were why Kal never stood in front of what he was knocking on.<br/><br/>Kal waited.<br/><br/>Nothing. He tried the door handle. No lock. He opened it and stepped inside.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/>Valerie made progress in establishing the needed connections and building out the data structures to try and get the whole building's security suite in one swift move. But as with any larger scale system intrusion and takeover, more time was needed. She ran into a snag as several of the systems ran warnings as she connected them, not recognizing the system ID. Without equal parts care and precision, the system might go into fail safe and lock out all access, which would take even more time to fix.<br/><br/>As she worked, a ping hit her wireless receiver, then disappeared. A quick check revealed it had come from inside the building, somewhere on the 5th floor.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/>Cleaver pulled out of her, giving his softening dick, wet from Nikki's pussy a wag. It left her spread open, cum drooling out of her. The man stepped back, reached down and grabbed his drink.<br/><br/>The new man in the room taunted Cleaver. "Shit man, couldn't have been fuckin' her long. Could've at least let her feel it before you quit." He jabbed.<br/><br/>Cleaver looked at him with glazed eyes and flipped him off. "I gotta piss." He announced and headed opened the left door just down the short hall.<br/><br/>Frakkis had a hold on Nikki's hair as he fucked her mouth.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/>Spook's assessment of the her shoulder confirmed what she suspected. The pressure that had been applied to the limb had been deliberate, forcing the connections apart. She'd need to see a limb specialist to get it fixed. Before long she felt the vehicle she was in move, jolting her to the hard metal floor. Feeling around for a seat, she'd find there was none. No expense spared for a prisoners comfort apparently. Assuming a PMC even took prisoners.<br/><br/>All she knew was what most people in the Dreg knew. When they came for someone, you got the fuck out of the way. There had been plenty of gunfights, plenty of standoffs and ambushes. There had been plenty of fights against raids. It took a lot of organization and a lot of firepower to stop WatchTower in the Dreg. More often than not it was less of a fight, more of a massacre. The kind of ultra rare shit that turned you into a badass motherfucker in the Dreg was standard issue to a PMC like WatchTower, contractually obliged to suck on Zhangma Liao's tits.<br/><br/>One way or another, Spook was on her way to who the hell knew what. One thing she did know about WatchTower... unless someone up top really want to talk to you, they didn't take prisoners. Prisoners cost money.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Darion / Valerie Environment Map<br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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