<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/66/64/11/6664113ec91df2150ab3b802538f9264--cyberpunk-rpg-cyberpunk-character.jpg)</div><strong>Who</strong>: Jack Belethar<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Fleuka, on the bus<br/><strong>Why</strong>: Open<br/><strong>What</strong>: Realizing how screwed he is<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>:<br/><hr/><br/>Running cables and building networks wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but it paid and that was enough. At least, enough for Jack. And he wasn't going to be the poor bastard at the tech support desk, fielding a thousand different calls that all asked the same question: "Why doesn't it work?" Well, it didn't work because you're an idiot who pulled a cable out of a thing you weren't supposed to touch. Was better to be the guy who built it and left, and not get fired for calling a customer a 'fucking moron'.<br/><br/>Something was wrong, though. The bus he was on had a map screen, and he saw it flicker. Then he saw the route on it disappear. And the driver, bless his unevolved brain, completely forgot where he was going and stopped the bus to figure out why the map wasn't working.<em>The next stop is in fifty feet, you idiot. Just go up to the stop and tell everyone we're having a problem, you're blocking-</em>HONK! came the car horns from behind. Jack was thankful he was sitting somewhere the driver couldn't see him, as he was busy facepalming.<br/><br/>Then the engine cut out, and Jack took some notice. In a flash, he had his phone out and he was calling up the company he was hired for, only to find that nothing was connecting. Request time outs all over the place. Well, if it walked like a DDoS and talked like a DDoS, some asshole was DDoSing...the COLONY, if his attempts to access various websites were any indication. "What the fuck?"<br/><br/>He stood up and grabbed the manual release for the bus doors, and opened them up. "Hey where ya going?" The driver asked. "Away." Jack replied, just as the building next to them exploded. "Motherfucker!" Jack cried out as he ran for it, ditching the bus and running for his goddamn life. As the chaotic scene unfolded, Jack realized what was happening, and he had no time to piece together what the events actually were. He just picked a direction and ran for it.<br/><br/>Luck had to be on his side. He saw bullets rip through random people, fired from overhead, and while he had some close calls, he didn't get hit. He didn't have time to ponder why. There was just the running. Though he did silently thank his gym teacher from way back on Alpha-9 for being a hardass and making sure his cardio was up to snuff. He was able to just keep running while others had to pause to take a breath.<br/><br/>Off in the distance, he could have sworn he saw a mountain range. Where they always there? He had a tendency to never look up. They were at least a good point to run towards. He wasn't getting out of the colony on foot, not if this kept up. Cars were a no go, the streets would be flooded. But a bicycle...if he saw one unattended, he would certainly be tempted to jack it.<br/><br/>This was not how he expected his day to go. No one ever expected this. But for now, all he could do was run.