<b>Spook<br/>
</b><br/>Tiger Stripes started down the street, walking casual as could be. He didn't have that traditional, slightly shifty, always watching his corners attitude about him. He caught more than a few glances from the many people nearby. Spook noted, perhaps for the first time, that the amount of graffiti on the walls and beneath the overpasses was far, far less. The city here didn't look like it was everybody's canvas like it was around Gaoxing.<br/><br/>"Elaborate?" He repeated the word, the sound, or perhaps the idea of it peculiar to him. He walked silently, leading Spook to whatever it was he was leading her to. He didn't give her much of a look as he looked to mull something over.<br/><br/>"Hutora runs races." He said, finally. "Motorcycles."<br/><br/>Standing on a broad overpass a dozen meters overhead, a woman looked over the edge and whistled sharply. The Tiger Street Samurai looked up. She waved at him to come to her. Spook noted her orange hair, shaved temples, the black stripes on her forearm. Not unlike some kind of Tiger motif.<br/><br/>Her escort sighed and muttered, "Shit."<br/><br/>"Detour." Was all he said to her before scanning the streets for the nearest sign with a pair of up arrows on it. He started to jog, one hand on the pair of weapons on his hip.<br/><br/>He passed on a glowing green sign with a pair of up arrows above a broad set of concrete stairs. When the people on the stairs saw him coming, they stepped aside. He went up the flight, turned, up another. White lights glowed overhead. Spook passed a woman that stood aside to let him pass easily. She had a young child with her, whom she held away from the two with her hand. The child gazed up at Spook, curious and afraid.<br/><br/>The two came out of the stairway onto the longer overpass. It stretched out ahead, across the road they had been on below before entering corridor set into the building on the other side. Painted on the archway was 'Xinshi Park.' The tiger woman was beneath the arch, looking up the side of the building above. Next to her was another similarly schemed men. Spook was starting to think the tiger stripes meant something more than just bad fashion taste. She had a pair of wakazashi on her hips and an assault rifle on her back. The man had a shotgun hanging from his hip. Spook knew the stumpy thing was a Shorty immediately. More interestingly, though, was his arm. It looked like a re-purposed industrial prosthetic. Heavy metals, obvious hydraulics, the hand more of a claw. Even stripped down the thing would have been heavy as hell. It was hooked up to a battery on his back, and any doubt that she had about his ability to use it was quieted the closer they got to him. He was up there around two meters tall, and built like a tank of meat.<br/><br/>He and the woman were looking up the side of the building, like they were looking for something. When Spook at the samurai got to them, he threw a look up the building, similarly looking for something.<br/><br/>The woman looked at the two, her eyes topping on Spook for a moment. "Whose the smock?"<br/><br/>"Newbie."<br/><br/>The woman smirked nodding her head. "Fresh off the lift."<br/><br/>"Who we lookin' for?" He asked while the woman sized Spook up.<br/><br/>The big man answered in a the appropriately low voice for his size. "Up there. Got a gun. Popped a neighbor."<br/><br/>"Where, three? There?"<br/><br/>"Nah... there. Next to the condenser." He answered, pointing at a window.<br/><br/>The Street Samurai nodded. "Got it. Said anything?"<br/><br/>"Nope." The woman spoke up, taking her attention back to the task at hand. "Hasn't pulled the trigger again, neither. Neighbors mostly got the fuck out with the first shot."<br/><br/>"We know he's still up there?"<br/><br/>"Pretty sure," The big man answered.<br/><br/>"Alright." The Samurai pulled the Nobunaga Autopistol from it's holster, and the Katana from it scabbard. "Let's get this done."<br/><br/>The woman nodded, reaching to her waist she lifted something from her belt. It was a black metal crescent, and attached it to her head, resting over her right ear and plugging it into her neuro-jacks. The device sat above her eye and Spook noted the series of small lenses and sensors. Some kind of optics, apparently. She pulled the two smaller sword from her waist, slipping them in her hands with a dexterous twist of her wrists. The move drew attention to the peculiar seam along her right forearm, the function of which was a mystery to Spook.<br/><br/>They headed into the corridor in the building, breaking right down a passage to a door leading into an apparent living complex. A few bystanders all looked on, curious. As the three rounded the corner the street samurai stopped, as if remembering Spook was there. "This the kind of work you do?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion</b><br/><br/>"So... what?" She asked, looking at his gun. She squared her apprehensive, blue eyes on him. "I can just go, then?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie<br/>
</b><br/>Mr. SMG looked at Valerie, and ran his hand over his chin. "Yeah. Alright, fine. You're edged on these things. But you better watch that attitude of yours kid."<br/><br/>He crossed the hall to the door left ajar, the unconscious man inside on the table. "Well what the hell." He muttered. "You're a bunch of dumb asses pullin' a job like this. Where the hell did you get those things?" He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Valerie could see  the cogs turning in his head. Something about this wasn't adding up to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>