<b>Darion / Valerie</b><br/><br/>Kal grabbed Darion's arm as he was helped up. He took a moment, looking down the edge of the roof and breathing heavily. "Holy shit... you know..." he looked at Darion and chuckled, "I'm starting to think this was a bad idea. I'm fine Valerie, er - wheelie or... whatever the fuck..." He mumbled, rubbing his chest where the edge of the roof had caught him.<br/><br/>He let out an exasperated breath, crossing the roof to where he gun had stopped. Frankly, he was lucky it hadn't gone off the edge. At that point he probably would have just said fuck it and given up on the day. He turned the pistol over in his hands, checking the mechanisms to make sure nothing had jammed up.<br/><br/>And then Valerie's voice caught his attention.<br/><br/>He shot Darion a look, and popped the safety on his gun. "Shit - come on!" The two moved to the accessway, a narrow little corridor, and sliding inside when it opened. It put them in the east side of the building's third floor. Kal, at the lead of the two paused at the doorway. "Val, you got eyes in here? We're right behind the door. We got company or what?"<br/><br/>Valerie's eyes on the fourth floor put her camera right above the access with a view down the hall. After a bit of waiting, there was no sign of the skull from the upper floor. With this information, Kal slid the door open, leading with his left arm, gun drawn, safety off. He did his best to suppress his heavy breathing.<br/><br/>They were in the dragon's mouth now. Kal moved quickly with the door open, breaking north and putting himself behind the edge of the wall. He watched down the dark hallway ahead, taking in the structure. All he saw was doors, lots of fucking doors.<br/><br/>He felt that cold sweat on the back of his neck. The peeling paint, stained, scuffed carpet. Maroons, reds. Lights pulsed absently on the elevator access. Above the stairwells, burned out signs that read 'Stair Access' in Cantonese. Kal watched them, unmoving. Waiting.<br/><br/><i>Five guys.</i>He told himself. That's what the kid said.<i>Five guys</i>. Easy money. But something wasn't right about this whole mess. Something about it had settled over him and he didn't even know why. Instinct had kicked in, that predatory sense inside of him. That animal that was hell bent on making sure it was still breathing come sunup tomorrow was telling him to get the fuck out of there now. But still he waited.<br/><br/>And still nothing.<br/><br/>"V, which stairwell?" Kal whispered as quietly as he could.<br/><br/>Her answer put their wanderer down the hall to the south. Kal glanced at Darion then stepped out, hurrying quietly across the hall and following the south wall toward the stairwell. He slowed as he crossed the elevator. It read 'Out of Order' in red. He pressed his bare back against the wall, the strap of his holster pressing against his skin. He edged closer, and waited, listening.<br/><br/>Valerie could see him there on the screen, like a grey and white phantom in the dark.<br/><br/>Kal leaned slowly into the doorway. He could hear footsteps in the stairwell, but they were dull. Thin carpet on the stairs. He reached slowly for the railing, peering over it. He looked up, then down. There wasn't much room to see anything. Just a thirty centimeter gap.<br/><br/>"I hear him." Kal whispered, placing his hand over his mouth. "He's going down. Second floor. Maybe lower... Don't think there's more than one. We gotta take him. V, anything else upstairs?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/>The skull didn't go easy on Nikki's ass. He pushed against her hard, pumping her tight hole as he grunted behind her. The force rocked her on the couch. "Uh, uh, uh, yeah - "<br/><br/>There was a clatter somewhere outside that made him pause, cock half in Nikki. "Ah, fuck it. Who cares." He bucked against her again, one hand prying her ass apart, groping her round butt. The other he pressed against Nikki's shoulder blades, holding her down while he leaned over her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/>Her intrusion broke in suddenly. The fourth floor went Green, giving her access to everything that was still working. Doors, though they could be overwritten locally, cameras. Hell, she even had access to the fire suppressant system. The pressure on it didn't give her much confidence, though.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/>The uniformed man looked out the room and gave a nod to a pair of techs waiting beyond. He answered Spook's question as they entered and began inspecting her leg. "For flagrant policy violations involving nudity and violence... As well as damage to company property, the current release fee is 87,000 Uni-Cred."<br/><br/>The techs that came in did their job, and well. Disabling her leg, sorting through the modifications quickly - apparently familiar with Dreg work. They pulled the blade out and closed her back up.<br/><br/>And then she was in a box. Locked up nice and tight. No cells faced another. All Spook had was herself in there, that little room with its transparent wall. Scribbed on the wall in three languages was policy. Policy in Cantonese, policy in English, policy in Japanese... the do's and do not's of the Pangu - of APTS Cybergenics and their all seeing eye from on high. Everything else was white, austere.<br/><br/>In that little box, all she had was a simple toilet built into the wall, and a hard protruding seat. If she wanted to lie down, all she had was the floor.<br/><br/>Every few minutes, or what Spook had to guess were minutes, a guard came walking by, a punctuation of black in white rooms. They wouldn't look at her, like she wasn't even there, walking past her on an endless pattern. Above her the black half sphere distorted a reflection of the room, warped it. A protruding black eye that could never blink.<br/><br/>She was in no-man's land. The belly of the beast where the boogeymen dwell. She knew these people in black as phantoms of death, for to the Dreg that was all they were. They were the devil coming to collect his due. A famous woman in the Dreg once said that the foolish murderer hid from the corporation, the wise murderer worked for them.<br/><br/>How many of those guards passing by her cell had been in the Dreg? How many of them had gunned someone down, raided a hacker den, hunted down someone running from the big bad CORPS Man? How many of them would have just put a bullet in her if someone hadn't been watching? A black phantom passed by her cell, on its arm read WatchTower.<br/><br/>But she wasn't dead, was she?<br/><br/>They'd had their shot, lined it up. All that woman had to do back in the street was pull the trigger. Just one more body to clean up. Spook had witnessed something alien to those black things with the name on their arm. She'd witnessed discretion. Or was it? Maybe that woman didn't want her dead.<br/><br/>Or was it prying eyes that had kept her alive? Too many witnesses. Too much bad PR to put down a half naked woman on the street.<br/><br/>Who really knew?<br/><br/>All Spook knew were the white walls, and the black hands of the clock that went walking by, WatchTower written on their arm. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Like the sound of boots on the floor.<br/><br/>Tick-Tock.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Darion / Valerie / Nikki Environment Map<br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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