<b>Nikki</b><br/><br/>The door opened, another of the gang stepping through. "Hey, what the fuck is up with - oh, shit!"<br/><br/>He was caught off guard by the scene, Nikki leaning over the couch, sucking one man while the other fucked her, legs in the air. The newcomer laughed, agitation falling off. He yelled over the music which filled the hallway beyond the open door. "Fuck man, shoulda' just said she was a hooker!"<br/><br/>Cleaver payed him no mind as his hips smacked against Nikki's. His pace increased, the wet smacking of skin got louder. He was high enough that inhibitions didn't mean a god damn thing. He leaned over Nikki, pushing his dick hard into her and cumming, his body tensing as hot cum spurted into her pussy.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion</b><br/><br/>Taking a look around, Darion noted that the building adjacent to the target had a set of piping crossing the gap between the two on the third floor. Using the other building, assuming it was accessible, the pair could theoretically take the window nearest, shimmy along the ledge and crawl across the few pipes. Assuming they would support their weight. Kal hadn't noticed it yet.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie / Darion</b><br/><br/>Mirrorshades himself was busy scoping the street, knowing only too well that if nobody was home, they could show up at any time. Two sketchy men standing outside their building looking for a way in wouldn't go over well with the skull gang inhabitants. Fortunately, Valerie answered Kal's question after a few minutes.<br/><br/>"Right..." He mumbled. "Sub-level it is." He started looking around for an access way. They were on the edge of the 156th, so it wouldn't be too hard. Hoping the access was still open and not blown up, broken down, or occupied was something else entirely.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/>The auto-pistol aimed at Spook didn't lower when she dropped her weapon. At any moment Spook could have breathed her last, been cut down. The tension was interrupted by the rapid sound of footsteps to her left, and the black form closing in. Before Spook could react she was down, thrown to the concrete. Her arm twisted and she felt an immense tension on the joints. She felt the heavy body on top of her, pinning her down, restraining her. She couldn't have fought if she wanted to. The military grade machinery keeping her immobile was rated far beyond what her prosthetics could contest with.<br/><br/>For better or worse, Spook was now at the mercy of APTS Cybergenic's contracted PMC.<br/><br/>All around her, watching from the sidelines were people. Employees. Advertisements overhead spoke over the scene, casting glowing hues of blue and red. The people watched with curiosity, fear, disdain. They stared at her like she was a wild animal being taken away. Nearby the clown's bike was still running, laying sideways. Another WatchTower unit approached and shut it off. A few more began waving people on, telling them to continue with their business. That the situation was under control and there was nothing to worry about.<br/><br/>The female unit approached, holstering her auto-pistol. She looked down at Spook from behind the black reflective visor. Up close Spook could see the markings on her armor, indications of some significant rank. She pointed to at the other clown, looked at the man on top of Spook, apparently carrying out a conversation, or possibly giving orders. It was impossible to tell without being on their channel.<br/><br/>A few long minutes later, a large, angular black vehicle pulled up. Spook was pulled to her feet and escorted toward it. She could feel the barrel of a gun pressing against the base of her skull. The door to the vehicle slid open. It was dark inside, no lights. She was roughly shoved in and the door sealed. She was alone.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><i>Darion / Valerie / Nikki Environment Map</i><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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