<b>Darion</b><br/><br/><br/>Darion pulled as much information as was formally and readily available on the bar's newcomer. Naturally, nothing. The Dreg didn't make a habit of keeping records. Though picking any particular piece of information on a person with next to nothing to go on was an frequently fruitless effort as well. There was only so much you could get before you had to start getting it from sources locked up nice and tight behind security systems.<br/><br/>Mirrorshades, not being able to discern who was doing the talking, instead decided it best to address the room. "Good question. On successful completion of the job, you'll be guaranteed a cut of 500. If the take on the job is solid, then we talk bonus."<br/><br/>"I can shoot." The voice came from a burly man down at the end of the car. He was dressed about how one might expect someone in the Hammerhouse to be; Run down, rough around the edges. He'd seen quite a few years, but the faded Nobunaga Securites patch on the left shoulder of his shirt was worth a glance. He turned from the bar and stood up.<br/><br/>"Hey, and he can stand up too. You got a gun?"<br/><br/>He turned his belt slightly to show the sheathe of the wakazashi knife strapped to it.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/><br/>Cat peeled the bike right, following the lead of the two at the front of the formation, hitting a street parallel to Gaoxing. They slowed slightly dodging past some busted wreck on the street.<br/><br/>"You'll figure it out!" The Black Cat shouted back to her passenger with a grin.<br/><br/>They veered left and right, speeding up and slowing down with each turn. The further from Gaoxing you got, the more dangerous - but that didn't mean half a shit to the women on those bikes. The Typhoon wasn't the pussy you wanted to fuck with.<br/><br/>They hit a straightway, flat out to an exit ramp which veered right. Cat grinned as they began speeding up. She lowered herself against the bike tucking down against it to minimize her impact on the aerodynamic form. She twisted the throttle further and further, until the buildings flanking the street began to blur. She would have told her passenger to hang on, but she wasn't here to babysit the new chick. She'd stepped up, and there was no easing into the way they rode the wind. She would either have what it took, or she wouldn't. There was nothing more to it.<br/><br/>They hit the exit and in the buildings dropped away to the left and right, and suddenly they were on open road. They banked so hard that Spook's was nearly thrown sideways off the machine as they hit the turn at incredible speed. The G-forces hitting Spook as they banked were no joke, either. Cat laughed in maniacally glee.<br/><br/>They buildings dropped away and the bike caught a meter and a half of air as it launched off the lip of the exit ramp. The tires squealed as it landed. The block dropped away and above them was an open chasm stretching out a thousand meters straight up. The 156th Lateral. Like a big crack in Guangzhou Sou'Panu where a river used to be way below. highways crisscrossed the expanse, massive structures to the sides rising up in the heart of the ultra-city. You could see clear up to the upper city, or at least you could look up its skirt.<br/><br/>The bikers gunned the throttle and took off down the open road, speedometers barely keeping up with the acceleration. They were on Dreg road, so that meant there wasn't much competition for roadway. Just the occasional group of gangbangers on the side of the road trying to look tough or pull some toll shit. But when they saw that pink hair rocketing down the road, they did the only wise thing they could and get the fuck out of the way. They put kilometers behind them at top speed, on the edge of control.<br/><br/>Straight ahead was a blindingly bright pillar of light, growing fast. As they got closer and closer, the light steadily grew and Spook realized that it was something alien to many eyes. It was sunlight. The highway banked left and rose, and the bikes followed it. They followed the 156th to the Edge, the titanic wall of Pangu overlooking the pacific ocean. As the highway banked left, out of the superstructure of Pangu and following the Edge as it rose. Spook  was suddenly outside, far far above, blue sky. The bikers hugged the outside edge of the highway's embankment, just over the top of which could be seen the ocean, some 613 meters below. It was out there on the Edge, with Pangu towering above that she could see it,<i>really see it</i>. Being within the beast, it occupies all space, its scale has no context, but out there there's nothing but its size to confront you - the massive, infinitely complex series of structure and superstructures all interconnected stretching on as far as the eyes could see. It was more of the world than most in the Dreg would ever see. That was what they had, these women of the highways and streets, these road warriors. Behind Spook, the passenger of the twins let go of her sister and stretched out, lifting her arms like wings and closing her eyes as they road on the edge of the world.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/>(as of previous post)<br/>+ 50 Creds  /  - 1 Loaded Bullet<br/><br/><br/>The skull faced Dregbanger looked over at Nikki, surprised to see her walking up beside him. She grinned again and chuckled.<br/><br/>"What that thing? Nah... nah, they got it." He pulled the smoking cylinder form his mouth and offered it to her. He had no indication of aggression or hostility toward her. Quite the opposite, they may as well have been casually walking down a street for all any of them seemed to give a shit. Of course, they were armed up, and well at that. The man in the back, Nikki's audience member had his assault rifle. Man in the middle had a pair of SMGs strapped to his hips, boy up front some tech'ed up Katana. Guy next to him was toting an auto-pistol in one hand and a shotgun in the other.<br/><br/>They were all dressed up similarly, as well. Pushing the skull and bones angle, looking to make an impression before they even had to pull the trigger. Like with any other Dreg punk, it could've all been bullshit for all anyone knew. Just a bunch of dickheads playing dress up with no balls to back up what the show they were putting on.<br/><br/>"Poppin' that fuck head back there... That was hot." The guy grinned again, taking the smoke back and taking a  drag. If Nikki had accepted and taken a hit herself, she'd feel just a little somethin' somethin' in the laced inhalant. Not enough to put her off her senses, but just enough that she felt a fringe high.<br/><br/>"Ex-boyfriend or some shit?" He inquired.<br/><br/>They passed a tweaking out poor soul jammed up in a corner between two rusted out storage crates. He stared at them, unblinking, as he shook, his body wracked by tremors.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/><br/>The alley just off Gaoxing was dirty, and somewhere overhead someone was making a point of making it vocally known that there was some fucking going on. A thin spurt of steam sprayed from a few lines of external pipework up the side of the building while overhead the sign for the establishment Kal had entered glowed red.<br/><br/>The sign had one been a red star with a hammer and sickle crossing in its center. The sickle and half the star had gone out some time ago, and no one bothered fixing it. So now it was just half a star and a hammer - and hence the establishment's name, the Hammerhouse. It was a drinking hole.<br/><br/>But, as Kal had mentioned on their way to it, if you've got work and need an extra gun, but don't want to pay them a whole lot, start by scraping the bottom of the barrel. Or something close to it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>