It was a bar like any other. Lots of neon lights, lots of booze, and lots of seedy types all around. This one on this particular day would have the atmosphere ruined. A human woman and a human man sit at a table in the back of the bar. Behind the man, are two more, big hulks, and armed. Clearly they were guards. "I want my damn money!" yells the woman. "Sorry babe. Change of plans" says the seated man with a snap of his fingers. The two guards quickly reach for their guns, and move to the sides of the woman. She just grins and chuckles to herself.<br/><br/>"Oh, trying to screw me are ya?"<br/>"Babe, it's just another business consideration. I can't leave any loose ends, as much as I'd love to just 'screw you'. Boys, take her outside."<br/><br/>She stands up slowly, looking to each of the men, eyeing them up. Suddenly jump jets burst from her armor, as she launches herself at the seated man, tackling him to the ground. The guards point their guns and start to fire at her as she dives over the table, missing narrowly before the table is upended and flung at them with an amazing force. One of them takes the full force of the blow, the other one startled by it, and flinches. Quickly slamming her fist into the ground, the woman takes not a moment to launch herself, feet first, at the other guard. Feet connect to chest, and her momentum is enough to make the hulk stumble, but her cyber-fist colliding with his head would be what lays him out on the floor, unconscious. She grabs a gun, and walks over to the guard hit by the table, who was only just managing to get to his feet, and whacks him across the face with it, before dropping it over his limp body. She turns, noticing that the man that was sitting earlier had almost scuttled away to the exit. She engages her jump-jets again, and flies at him, tackling him mere feet from the door, straddling him at the door, one hand on his shoulder, her cyber fist in the air, ready to strike, her long hair tails draped down the side of them, blocking his view.<br/><br/>"So how about my money now?" she grins while pulling her fist back some.<br/>"All right, all right! I don't have it all, but I do have a good tip for another job," He reaches to his wrist computer and sends her a job ad, as well as transferring her some of the funds he owed her.<br/>"Well, I suppose that will have to do. Next time just pay up instead of trying to kill the merc you hire."<br/><br/>She quickly brings her fist down on the man's face, putting him out as well. She stands up, and lets out a sigh as she looks around as most of the other patrons had run away by now. She shrugs, and looks at the ad on her wrist computer. "Hmm, a salvage operation... sounds simple... bar's on the other side of the district. What is it with freelance work being made in bars anyhow...?" It would only be an hour before she made it to the other bar. She looks around observing the patrons for a moment, before she asks the person at the door where she could find the commander...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>