<b>Spook</b><br/><br/><br/>Valkyrie gave Spook a flat look as she laid out her question. Cat gave her an eyebrow lift. The Twins took it as a joke and gave a snicker.<br/><br/>"Didn't take you for a hooker." Cat responded. With the flash of a sardonic smile she added, "It takes a special kind of crazy to play with this pussy." The twins laughed. Cat leaned back, the seat of the bike straddled between her thighs. "What kind of crazy you got?"<br/><br/>Valkyrie gave Cat a look then rolled her eyes.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/><br/>"I don't drink. Thanks, though." Kal responded frankly.<br/><br/>He headed down the side of the street, walking close to Valerie. Someone in her condition drew plenty of stares, though most were of confusion and surprise. Seeing someone sporting an actual disability was a trip for many of them. No one ever figured someone would still be strapped into a chair in this day and age - not with cybernetics around.<br/><br/>"That'll buy you a few weeks, by the way." He told her after a long silence. "How long, exactly, will be up to Chul. Catching bad product will put you on his good side, at least. Who knows. Hey - that stuff back there<i>was</i>busted, right? You're not just fuckin' with me here?"<br/><br/>Kal glanced across the street and stopped. He knew at once the group pulled up in a side parking area. He looked over the biker gang, but didn't see the one woman he was looking for among them. He half frowned, eyes searching. He saw her Kyuzo Typhoon idling, unwomanned.<br/><br/>"Hey, Kal!" A young man waved at the two of them. He was wearing a tattered long brown coat that was too big for him. His stature made him look more a kid than a man, and he timidly shrunk away from a passerby. He looked back at them as soon as the person passed and waved again, trying to get Kal's attention, but the man's eyes were fixed on the biker women.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/><br/>"Totally shoot him."<br/><br/>The voice came from a man standing in the doorway, rifle held casually in his arms, an Aerotech V-12. He grinned broadly, a thin black cylinder held between his teeth trailing a trail of purple smoke. The sides of his head were shaven clean, leaving a mohawk of short hair flanked by implanted steel spikes. His face was painted white to resemble a skull, and the black lenses implanted over his eyes completed the look.<br/><br/>He was clad in slick black, chains hanging from his clothes. On his right forearm glowed the words "Fuck You." And he wasn't alone. Outside the doorway, a few more of his ilk were passing by, two of them carrying a large case between them. A street gang transporting something goods. Nikki couldn't tell how many there were, but a fathomed guess put their number above 4.<br/><br/>He stood in the doorway, casually watching, waiting to see what would happen.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>