<b>Darion / Valerie</b><br/><br/><br/>"Uh-huh." Kal muttered in response. "CORPS man, then." He concluded aloud. "Well CORPS man, I hope that CORPS job came with firearms training."<br/><br/>"Since you got that whole 'new to the Dreg' vibe going on... I need to make something clear to you. I work for a Dreg boss. You understand? I got<i>paper</i>with him... or as close as you get down here. So this all plays out smooth and we end up with some solid stuff, kindly push away those ideas of trying to put one in me or Wheels here and make off with it all on your own."<br/><br/>Kal tossed a glance over his shoulder toward the man. "Dreg bosses don't take well to their guys gettin' capped. Wakata? And that goes both ways. Unless you do something real stupid, you don't worry about me. If I start making a habbit of killing people I work with, I ain't gunna be workin' much longer. We do this thing, we square up, we go our separate ways nice and easy. Sound goo- Uhf!"<br/><br/>Kal, looking over his shoulder at Wombat ran square into a man who walked out of a side street. There was a sudden flurry as Kal swung out his arm, caught the man's bicep and pulled his pistol. The flurry of movement was so sudden that neither of the two men really had any idea who or what was going on. But in a scant few seconds, Kal had a gun against the man's head, and his arm in the other hand. He also felt the barrel of a gun against his sternum.<br/><br/>The two stood frozen, a hairs breadth from introducing bullets to flesh. Kal, breathing heavily stared at the man from behind his mirrorshades, and the man stared right back. Neither fired. Slowly Kal released the man's arm, though he kept the gun trained. He slowly, cautiously took a step back, lifting his open right hand to easy the man. He lifted his gun away from the man's head. The man straightened up and lowered his weapon. He took a moment to straight his black jacket with a broad green stripe on it.<br/><br/>"Watch where you're goin." Kal said as calmly as he could manage.<br/><br/>The man grunted and slid his weapon away under the coat, heading on his way. He looked upward, near straight up, looking at god knew what. Kal's gaze followed him. He paused for a moment observing the man. Head in the clouds like he was high, common as could be in the Dreg... but that look he had in his eyes when the guns came out wasn't the look of someone riding some chemical train.<br/><br/>"Anyway..." Kal rolled his prosthetic shoulder and checked to make sure his gun was holstered properly. "Sound good, CORPS man?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Nikki</b><br/><br/><br/>Cleaver took Nikki's invitation and smirked, pulling her top up to expose her right breast. He then cupped it and gave it a squeeze.<br/><br/>"Like real top end." He answered.<br/><br/>He leaned forward and grabbed rifled through the stash of drugs, withdrawing a small clear case with capsules in it. He tossed a couple in his mouth. He washed them down with alcohol. He grit his teeth, "Ah that's gunna catch up with me soon..."<br/><br/>"You like what we got?" He looked at Nikki, then nodded to Frakkis who was sitting on Nikki's other side to hand him the inhalant cylinder he had in his hand. Cleaver put it to his lips and took a long draw, holding his breath for a moment before exhaling the off tone purplish-pink smoke from his nostrils. "Ahhh... fuck yeah. Right there."<br/><br/>"Shit... that stuff... oh let me tell you about that stuff... shit." Cleaver sank into the couch beside Nikki, his pupils slowly dilating. "That stuffs good stuff... Some of those big deal fuckin'... fuckin' arms and shit. Or whatever. One of them's got a little mini-gun in it." He started cackling at the hilarity. "A fuckin<i>mini</i>mini-gun."<br/><br/>He laughed for a solid minute as his neurochemistry underwent the induced alterations. His head lolled a little as he looked at Nikki, her exposed breast. "Fuck... I could get me some of... some of<i>that</i>." He reached down and inserted his hand into Nikki's pants, splaying his fingers against her groin and sliding his middle finger down for her pussy.<br/><br/>Frakkis looked over, took a long draw of colored smoke and undid his pants, watching.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Spook</b><br/><br/><br/>"Good!" Cat yelled, cackling. "Cause I didn't think that was gonna work!" She laughed and hollered as they pelled around the side of a car, the driver swerving.<br/><br/>"Hey! No guns!" She yelled. "No guns up here! We can skirt most of WatchTower's shit! But we start poppin' off shots and they'll come at us like you couldn't fuckin' believe!"<br/><br/>She banked around a corner. "Hey, your names Spook, right? Well Spook, time to live or die, baby!"<br/><br/>They roarer towards an intersection, and suddenly a series of blurs flew by on the intersecting road, causing a vehicle to jam its breaks, screeching loudly and pitching sideways to stop before it hit one of them. Cat leaned<i>hard</i>into the bike making the machine turn as hard as she could at speed. It damn near wasn't enough. The tire kissed the curb of the turn, bumping the machine just enough as it straightened out that Cat had to jerk the handlebars a few times to get it back under control.<br/><br/>She twisted the throttle hard, the bike rearing, threatening to throw Spook off before Cat dropped its nose back down. They took off in pursuit of the blurs, which very quickly clarified in front of them as bikes, a dozen of them, dodging in and out of traffic.<br/><br/>"Let's just hope they haven't managed to fuckin' piss WatchTower off too bad already!" Cat hunkered down on the bike, minimizing her profile as they approached the rear most rider. Back in Gaoxing Shiva had said something about 'Clown Bastards.' It became suddenly apparent why. The rider had a helmet and face mask on, grey but for the eyes and nose painted on the helmet, and the big red smile painted on the face mask.<br/><br/>She followed along behind the rider until there was a free lane long enough to pull up beside him. He glanced over, then back at the road, then did a double take as he realized who she was. Cat grinned. He reached for  steel pipe strapped to his bike.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>