Augmentation?
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				Title: <strong>Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 09:06:32</strong>
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				(http://i676.photobucket.com/albums/vv121/boypop1/234759_1255512677_large_zps7a013881.jpg) (http://s676.photobucket.com/user/boypop1/media/234759_1255512677_large_zps7a013881.jpg.html)<br><br>Story<br><br>The year is 2015, and Scientists had be trying to discover a way to make out lives better. They wanted to change the very aspect of human nature. First they started to dive into the aspects of appearance, trying to make it so that anyone could change their appearance at will. Their studies didn't work out like they wanted it to. All of their test subjects developed serious disorders because of their meddling. Some of them never saw the light of day again after some of the experiments went horribly wrong. Swearing that the Scientists would never go into appearance experiments again, they were allowed to keep practicing their science. Instead, they went into nano technology.<br><br>In this field they thrived, creating some nano bots that would help cure cancer and other illnesses. Because of their early success, they decided to use the same technology to make a nano chip that would stimulate brain functions and improve certain functions, like hearing, sight, smell, taste, and feeling. Finding other uses for their magical chip, the scientists soon discovered that their chip could make them millions. That was the first appearance of the Augmentation Chips.<br><br>80 years later-<br><br>The Augmentation business had been striving for the last twenty years. There were all sorts of Augmentations now, not just a chip in your brain. The Augmentation process had made the 21st century more technology advanced than any previous century. This is the story of some Augmenters, and some normal People. The whole process of Natural Human evolution is interrupted. Being able to choose what happens to you is one of the world's greatest features. However, some have no choice as to if they are Augmented or not. In order to save some arms, lungs, even reproductive organs had to augment, or even fundamentally changed.<br><br>At some point there come a choice one must make: Are you Augmented? Or Are you Merely a Human?<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 09:28:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">OOC THREAD</div><br><br><br>OOC THREAD (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216096.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 13:30:45</strong>
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				Cracking his neck, Ryan rolled his head around, trying to loosen the muscles and cybernetic wiring that held him together. Sighing, he picked up his pencil and twirled it around in his hand. Looking at his hand, he could see the skin on it, but he knew that underneath that thin layer of fake skin, he knew that his entire left arm wasn't real flesh and blood. Everything felt like it was a normal hand, a normal arm, but due to the Government's over bearing Reach, he knew it wasn't. Looking at the paper he had in front of him, he read more about the U.S. World Government.<br><br><em>In 2045, The United States started to take over the world country by country. By the time the other counties found out, it was already too late; the U.S. was just too powerful. Over the course of the next ten years, a major war was fought, and when the U.S. won, they had taken over the entire world. Quickly indoctrinating the countries to it's way of thinking, the United State soon became One United. It was a totalitarian government, one of which the world had never seen before. Quickly the Slave trade was brought back into fruition. Making it once again, one of the most illustrious markets in the world. Soon a certain Scientist named Gerolde DeLeany found out the trick to Cybernetic organisms. With the research he had, he gave it to the Government, who put his work into mass production. As the years went by the Augmentation world slow came into being. With total control over everything the One United Government made sure to keep an eye on the Civilians who could not be controlled with their Augments yet. Some knowingly signed up for being Cyborgs, while others did not. It didn't matter in the end however, once you were Augmented, you could be controlled. ...</em><br><br>Looking up from the paper he was reading, he sighed once again. Even owning something like this would be considered Treason, and here he had the entire news article, he had downloaded off the DarkNet. It was one of the last few places that you could still actually get REAL news. It was also one of the very last places that the One United Government couldn't get to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mortarus</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 04:45:02</strong>
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				(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/9755/Fvshcm.jpg)<br><br>Name: Gabriel Lockley<br>Location: 47 Denverton Lane<br>Tagging : Open<br><br><hr><br>Being a freelance wasn't easy everyday. Today was on of those bad ones. Started pretty good, slept in a fancy hotel, champagne, great food etc. Until sunrise, when a couple of rebels stormed through the door looking for their agent who was supposed to get info from Gabriel during their wild night. But he wasn't a fool. He knew that all along and was far gone when they entered the room. All they found was the dead body of their colleague, strangled to death. <br><br>Damn he hated those mornings. Gabriel was walking down the alley, still dressing. Strange and people were watching him as he walked by them... actually they were looking at his augmented arm. He quickly put his coat on, hiding his distinctive arm. At least he got some info before killing her... and some fun too. After all, she was still sexy as hell even if she was a rebel. Good thing he noticed her eyes when he undressed. A flash of disgust passed through them when she saw his arm. Obviously a rebel.<br><br>He went downtown, looking for the address the women gave to him earlier. 47 Denverton Lane. She said a rebel base was hidden behind a cybercafe at this address.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 22:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111124100236/tekken/en/images/7/7d/Raven_Watching.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Moses Price<br><strong>Location:</strong> 47 Denverton Lane<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ever since joining Black Box, Moses had done some <em>bad</em> things in the name of his country, the greater good, whatever reason people attached to it. And as bad as it was, a majority of the things he did were necessary evils. Some felt more than that, but he didn't really have room to question. Just followed orders when they were given directly(which was rare); accept or deny the missions that showed up on his logs...or really just do his own thing as long as he provided results.<br><br>&nbsp;Complete operational freedom. Now a lot of people might lose sleep over the things he'd done since becoming a Shadow Operative. But he was making his family proud. His life had been saved. And he was doing good. Why would he have a problem? Today had been like many others so far, and after accepting his mission, he was on his way. As for the mission itself; it was rather simple. <br><br>A suspected rebel cell had been discovered by an informant. His mission was to confirm if it existed or not, and if it did, he could either eliminate them now, or try to find out some more intel that could possibly lead to bigger arrests in the future. Operational freedom definitely had it's perks. Moses' car (http://klingpost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/futuristic-car-concept-10.png) weaved through traffic on the highway, his augments allowing him to easily control it at high speeds and react to the flow of traffic without problem. <br><br>After a bit of a drive, he parked across the street from a Cybercafe. 47 Denverton Lane. It was supposed to be here; so that meant they cybercafe was a front. Getting out, he looked at the place. It seemed pretty unassuming, which is why it was more than likely perfect to hide a rebel cell. Making sure no one was watching, he engaged his cloak and vanished from sight, then he made his way toward the entrance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pilkunnussija</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 07:14:05</strong>
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				Name: Jean Tremblay<br>Location: 47 Denverton Lane<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>This part of his job always frustrated Jean. Once he had a scent, he loved chasing down every crackpot idea and silly theory. But getting that first inkling of a story was hell on earth to Jean. The crackpots never offered hope. Only dead end after dead end. Jean sighed, a rush of pale smoke squeezing around the half-burned cigarette perpetually perched on his lower lip. <em>At least it isn't raining,</em> he mused, pulling his jacket tighter as he rounded the corner onto Denverton Lane.<br><br>47. The man had said 47. Said he'd be waiting inside. Said he'd keep his golden eyes and golden hand waiting for Jean. He'd said a lot of things. Jean didn't believe many of them. It wasn't in his nature to believe anything over the comm. In-person meetings were another matter. Sincerity is harder to fake when you have to maintain it over the course of an interview. Sanity as well. Jean's colleagues would have likely stared chasing leads by now, spurred on by a crank with a big claim. Not Jean. He didn't mind the spycraft, the clandestine meetings in shitty venues. They usually would let him smoke indoors with a minimum of fuss.<br><br>Jean strode into the entrance of the cybercafe like any poor slob and breathed in the scene, savoring the scent of cheap plastics, dingy fabrics, and ozone that seemed to pervade the room. A quick glance at the patrons revealed nothing golden. Not even polished, or gold-coated or tinted plastic. Sighing at his misfortune in being early, Jean paid for a terminal in the back, and made his way through the room, settling in next to a poor twitching bastard, more faulty machine than man, savoring the virtual world through a direct line in his skull. Jean sighed, perhaps with pity, perhaps with envy, as he settled in to await his contact...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 12:21:30</strong>
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				Motion sensors started to go off as soon as he looked at his laptop that was in front of him. It was one of the very few that actually still existed. Most were neural hubs inside the minds of the rich power, or those who actually had money. It was also one of the reasons the DarkNet still existed. Frowning, he quickly shut down his laptop, disconnected it from the Lan net he had rigged for himself and pulled out his lighter. Burning the page he tossed it into the fire place and packed up his stuff. Looking around, he smiled noting that there was nothing there to incriminate himself.<br><br>Being as nondescript possible, he joined the community, plugging his head into the neural network. Mind going blank, he started to drool convincingly. Watching one man come into cafe, he watched him sit across him him. Turning his head towards the man, he smiled at him, and then leaned forward. Slumping against him, his hand flopping onto his own. He then smiled at the man once more and flopped back against his chair. There was just two words written on the paper, which just happened to be yellow. <em>"Don't RUN."</em><br><br>Suddenly the door of the establishment burst open, and a heavily Augmented man strolled into the place. Subtly, he shook his head to the investigator and then went back to drooling mess that he had been before. Ryan actually hated how the net felt in his head, but he knew how to control it for the most part. Waiting for the next one to show up, he merely just drooled, making it so the Web was seemingly running through his mind.<br><br>Finally the last man showed up, and the fun began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 14:37:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i952.photobucket.com/albums/ae5/Warden_Ice/Cyberpunk1_zps5f1699a9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camille Jessica Ivery<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nondescript Butcher Shop | 47 Denverton Drive<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Riley Barrington (NPC)<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Sitting on a Stakeout | Meeting a Fixer<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Explicit Language<br><hr><br>Someone once said that the best place to hide was in plain sight.&nbsp; This person must have been unassuming and forgettable.&nbsp; For someone like Camille, there was none of that.&nbsp; She arguably had the most distinctive appearance in the entire police force and stood out like a sore thumb in a crowd.&nbsp; Sporting a vibrantly colored light purple mohawk and with all the right features to classify herself as a cyborg, it was no wonder.&nbsp; However, there were ways to pull off the prospect given the necessary tools.&nbsp; Tonight required such a way to pull it off. . .&nbsp; The small parking lot on the side of an old-style butcher shop had a few of it's spaces filled with various vehicles, all parked away from each other and all positioned as if they had parked in reverse allowing a quick getaway if need be.&nbsp; One in particular (http://hqdesktop.net/wallpapers/m/82/auto_cars_dodge_caliber_m81523.jpg) had parked closest to the exit with the motor silently humming as it's driver sat in place unseen thanks to the dark tint of it's windows.&nbsp; From within, the only sound to break over the music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22fi65e-6I) that faintly emitted from it's speakers was the distinctive inhale.&nbsp; <br><br>Camille questioned why she smoked because she could never feel its affects again.&nbsp; She hasn't felt it since she woke up to find herself as this cross-breed of machine and organic.&nbsp; Maybe it was of old habit or a way to cling to the woman she once was.&nbsp; Best to abandon the thought and refocus on your priorities.&nbsp; With this in mind, she adjusted in the driver's seat of the vehicle and watched the door to the butcher shop like a hawk once more.&nbsp; The left eye's iris rotated and the pupil constricted to give her a telescopic vision of the object.&nbsp; Her partner,&nbsp; Riley Barrington (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/1a/be/48/1abe48e70fe1369f8a28f71304663c78.jpg), was inside dealing with some business.&nbsp; Riley was one of those guys who used to be an ex-convict just like her but didn't have any augmentations about him.&nbsp; One of the few all-natural individuals she knew personally and one of the most cutthroat operatives on their division.&nbsp; The guy's silver tongue was just as sharp as his accuracy with a firearm.&nbsp; That distinctive appearance of hers is the very reason she wasn't inside with him. <br><br>Suddenly, a man was thrown through the large, labeled glass panel next to the door to land in a heap on the sidewalk in front of the butcher shop.&nbsp; He sported an apron with blood stains, clearly identifying him as the owner of the establishment.&nbsp; Camille jumped at the abrupt display of violence, causing her iris to rotate once more and her pupil to dilate.&nbsp; Wasting no time, she took that as a cue to get in motion and opened the door.&nbsp; By the time she put a single foot down she noticed her partner stepping out in pursuit to grab the man by the collar of his shirt and lift him to his feet without any complications.&nbsp; When he noticed his partner vacating the vehicle he gave her a wave off with his hand to placate her intentions.&nbsp; Confident that he had this, she settled back in with a mildly exasperated sigh.&nbsp; What a boring waste of time, she thought. <br><br>Riley stood at 6'3 and weighed nearly three hundred pounds.&nbsp; He used to be a bouncer at one of the Russian's night-clubs before people found out it had been a front for their organized crime.&nbsp; After serving his time, he came out and did the same as Camille: trying to atone for his mistakes by joining the police force.&nbsp; He was intimidating, made of nothing but testosterone and muscle mass but he had the mind of a criminal and knew how to exploit it.&nbsp; She watched on as Riley exchanged a few more words with the butcher before giving him an elbow to the temple and knocked him out cold.&nbsp; Riley straightened his jacket and tie while glancing around and then calmly made his way back to the vehicle to get in the passenger seat.&nbsp; Camille drove off and turned around the corner before activating the auto-driving feature.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"So, he know where the Fixer was?"</strong></span> she asked while reaching for the central console on the dashboard where their database node was located.<br><br><em>"Yeah.&nbsp; We're looking for this guy.&nbsp; Said his name was Dean Coleman.&nbsp; I'd bet my mother's apple pie it's an alias,"</em> he replied, opening the glove compartment to pull out a silver flask he quickly took a pull of its contents with.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Alright,"</strong></span> she muttered, typing in the name onto the console to pull up information they had on him. <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Says here he's been involved with several cases with the Avdonins... never found guilty of anything though.&nbsp; Might change now, where can we find him?"</strong></span><br><br><em>"We don't.&nbsp; He finds us.&nbsp; The butcher's arrangin' us a little meetin' at some cafe on 47 Denverton Drive."</em><br><br>Camille closed out the file acquisition upon their node and gripped the wheel of the vehicle again to assume control.&nbsp; She took a moment to weigh in the entire situation they got involved in.&nbsp; This Fixer was the only real lead they had into figuring out where the Avdonin's, a Russian gang under speculation of being involved with all manner of illicit activity, got their information.&nbsp; Earlier that week, one of their precincts had been hit up by what might as well be a SWAT team.&nbsp; They somehow got inside, shot up a few cops, and made off with a bulk of the collective of narcotics.&nbsp; That was their department too.&nbsp; Now they were meeting the guy in some cafe based on some source they had to beat it out off.<br><br><em>"Before you even ask, no I don't trust the guy's intel.&nbsp; It's at least worth a shot though.&nbsp; 'Sides, what else we got?"</em>&nbsp; Riley insisted before taking a larger pull of his flask, making a twisted expression when it went down.&nbsp; <em>"Ugh, what the fuck is in this shit?&nbsp; You said it was good, you bitch!"</em>&nbsp; He added, casting his gaze to Camille.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Don't get pissy with me.&nbsp; I ain't got taste buds anymore so don't act surprised, dumbass!"</strong></span><br><br><div align="center">~~~***~~~</div><br>Their vehicle pulled into a parallel parking space across the street from the cafe the next day and both stepped out, this time with Riley driving.&nbsp; He had dressed in a simple pair of dark denim jeans and a black shirt that hugged his bulking physique in all the right ways.&nbsp; Camille used to bat an eye but she's been elbow deep in proverbial bullshit with him for over the last nine months.&nbsp; She threw on a pair of black hot pants with the words 'Kiss my Ass' in French on the left side of the hip in small yellow font and a white muscle-shirt.&nbsp; They had clearly dressed casually for this meet-up and Camille was feeling quite liberal.&nbsp; The synthetic flesh she decided to show - which was a lot - was littered in ink and her anatomy was broken off into segments with a third-of-an-inch separation between them.&nbsp; Joining her rather risque and punk-like appearance were the abundance of body piercings on her face.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"This the place, Riley?"</strong></span> she asked, running a hand through her hair as she followed him across the street.<br><br><em>"You doubtin' me or the GPS system, Cammy?"</em> he replied, purposefully using her despised petname.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Use that name again and we'll see just how big of an asshole you really are."</strong></span><br><br><em>"Oh yeah?&nbsp; That an invitation?"</em><br><br>Riley opened the door for her and she stepped past him with a roll of her dark brown eyes, purposefully putting a finger to his forehead to push and shove his head back.&nbsp; He chuckled and gave her a swat on the rear when he tailed after her, making her emit a surprised sound and temporarily go up on her toes.&nbsp; She turned and slapped at his chest while he surveyed the area to find their 'buddy' to meet.&nbsp; She did the same after the slap with her eye's iris rotating to and fro to pull up dossier's on the various people she saw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pilkunnussija</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 07:00:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jean Tremblay<br><strong>Location:</strong> 47 Denverton Drive<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryan Talix, open<br><br>Jean sat idly in the back. He'd slipped on a pair of sunglasses - cheap ones, aviators of dubious quality and eve more dubious style - before he'd started tapping at the terminal in front of him, idly bouncing around a dating site. He didn't need the sunglasses; the feeble screen put out enough light to punch through the tint, but only barely. He only wore them so people wouldn't notice his active eyes alternating between taking in each newcomer to the cafe, none of which were his contact, and idly fluttering in that telltale motion of reading something in the retina. Jean hated a lot of things: Toyolet cars, his boss, non-smoking bars, those cyborg cats with altogether too many legs and the creepy blue eyes. But all of those hatreds paled in comparison to admitting his mods, even in a place like this. So he wore sunglasses.<br><br>He swore quietly in French as the cyborg next to him lurched, touching Jean's hand. Jean was about to tell the guy off, when he noticed the paper. Idly checking it at an arm's length, he had to drop his sunglasses to get a better look. <em>Cryptic,</em> he thought to himself, wondering what the advice could be, and he looked back at the cyborg who'd dropped it, an eyebrow cocked as if to say, "what is this?"<br><br>Jean had half a mind to reach into his pocket for his baton, just in case. But he didn't want to be seen as hostile right now. Not if this was his source.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 17:43:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111124100236/tekken/en/images/7/7d/Raven_Watching.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Moses Price<br><strong>Location:</strong> 47 Denverton Lane<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The cafe wasn't unpopular, so plenty of people were going in and out. He just timed his entry and walked right in behind one of them, nobody being the wiser. Once inside, he found an unoccupied spot on the wall and leaned against it, content to just people watch for the moment and see if he could find anything incriminating. There was a kid who had a laptop of all things. He knew a few people who had them; mostly old tech purveyors, but he'd never really seen anyone use one aside from himself and a few others back at the office. <br><br>He looked away at someone else at the exact moment he burned the paper, because a heavily augmented female with a shock pink mohawk came in, trailed by a man she was with. But then he noticed the boy with the laptop, and the man across from him. Suspicious behavior, but suspicious about what he didn't know. He just stayed perfectly still and began scanning. He had a feeling things were about to get fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 18:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i952.photobucket.com/albums/ae5/Warden_Ice/Cyberpunk1_zps5f1699a9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camille Jessica Ivery<br><strong>Location:</strong> 47 Denverton Drive: Cybercafe Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Riley Barrington (NPC) | Dean Coleman (NPC)<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Suspicious Activity<br><hr><br>Camille had pulled up all the proper dossiers of the clientele within the cybercafe's interior.&nbsp; Most of the patrons showed up clean, as far as 'clean' in this city went.&nbsp; It was a real rarity to find someone not dipping their fingers into something, usually chalked up towards the youth of the city.&nbsp; The public school system was just as cutthroat as any other establishment so by the time the children wisened up and were exposed to the illicit aspects of society,&nbsp; things stuck in one way or another.&nbsp; Whenever she pulled up a 'red flag', indicated by the flashing words 'Wanted' in red, she'd take a quick survey of their crimes and file a report.&nbsp; She was an undercover narcotics officer and using scanning technology to find a wanted criminal was technically a violation of their civil rights.&nbsp; Instead, the report went into the compilation files to build up a profile for investigators to get a vague idea of their schedule and frequented places.<br><br>The subtle chatter of patrons.&nbsp; The sloshing of coffee.&nbsp; The clinking of coffee cups.&nbsp; The gentle whir of machinery.&nbsp; The beeps of computer terminals.&nbsp; The low ambiance of the television delivering the orchestrated and watered down version of the news, focusing on celebrity statuses or the newest upcoming project that was played up to be good for the city but in reality only benefited the higher class.&nbsp; All of this and more became the identity of the cybercafe and Camille couldn't help but feel uneasy here.&nbsp; It was too ... quiet.&nbsp; Quiet pockets in the industrial waste of this city always left her uneasy.&nbsp; Given that everyone turned their head to look towards the couple, passing them either scrutinizing gazes, lewd appreciation of her anatomy, or the passive aggresive animosity of their lives merely directed towards them by proxy of existing, she knew some of the reasons.<br><br>Tension was very thick in the air and even with all of her augmentations, Camille felt the nonexistent hairs on the back of her neck stand up or experienced the simulated sensation of goosebumps forming on her synthetic and inked out flesh.&nbsp; Riley finally brushed past her, gently placing a hand on her upper back to catch her if necessary when his large, bulking size pushed past her.&nbsp; She felt the small jar and stepped to the side before following him.&nbsp; She looked towards his predicted path and caught sight of a man sitting alone in the corner beside the furthest window inches from the door that led to the terminals behind the cafe.&nbsp; Her retinal scanner brought up the man's profile to confirm it was Coleman.&nbsp; There was their mark.<br><br>Riley took a seat first, purposefully sitting next to the man to remove his ability to escape and Camille sat across him, folding her arms on the table to lay her head down and gaze at Coleman with artificial eyes sideways.&nbsp; The man in question looked at them both but mostly focused on Riley, who had put his massive arm on the back of their shared seat and grinned at him.&nbsp; A cold sweat immediately came out of Coleman and he swallowed the collected saliva in the back of his throat.&nbsp; There was so many possibilities about what was about to happen and none of them seemed good.<br><br><em>"Coleman, right?"</em> Riley said to break the silence.&nbsp; <em>"Dean Coleman?"</em><br><br>The Fixer nodded slowly, not questioning how they knew his name.&nbsp; Things were looking bad.&nbsp; When they had the confirmation, Camille lifted her head and glanced around to spot for anyone watching them, noticing one or two patrons watching.&nbsp; They quickly averted their gaze and she felt the corner of her lips tug upwards in a smirk.&nbsp; How far humanity had fallen for people to turn a blind eye to something that was clearly wrong.&nbsp; Easier to look out for one's own skin than advocate self-harm by seeking the hero title.&nbsp; She's been on both sides of the law and in either outlet, that fact didn't really change.&nbsp; Cops were just as easy to corrupt as a drug lord.&nbsp; You couldn't trust anyone.<br><br><em>"Well, Coleman.&nbsp; Your friend, Mister Chops-A-Cow-Up told us we'd meet you here to discuss some business.&nbsp; Now, I dunno 'bout you but unless you wanna let all these people in here know 'bout your business, I suggest you come with me.&nbsp; My friend here,"</em> Riley continued, nodding to Camille to reference his friend. <em>"She's gonna keep your seat warm. So, let's go, buddy."</em><br><br>Camille turned her gaze to the Fixer to give him a wink and smile, moving her fingers up and down in a wave-like motion, one finger raising then lowering as the other followed.&nbsp; Riley was taking him to their vehicle to do what he did best and Camille was to stay behind in case of the cops were called so she could handle things with protocol.&nbsp; There was also the chance that the Fixer hired external help in case of the worst so any other suspicious activity would need to be monitored.&nbsp; She observed her partner and Coleman get up and head out of the cybercafe while she maintained her seat.&nbsp; The moment she heard the door close she came to a stand and made her way to the bar to lean upon it and cross her ankles. <br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"'Ey, gimme a french vanilla latte,"</strong></span> she said, ordering something that was now a rarely heard of delicacy in places like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mortarus</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 21:21:13</strong>
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				(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/9755/Fvshcm.jpg)<br><br>Name: Gabriel Lockley<br>Location: 47 Denverton Lane<br>Tagging : Open<br><br><hr><br>Gabriel entered the cafe, trying to look like a normal customer. Not that easy when you have a huge augmented arm to hide. He looked around, spotting potential suspects : A full augmented punk woman at the bar, a normal looking guy wearing sun glasses... inside... while using a computer... and finally an augmented teenager. The last one wasn't that suspicious in himself, but he used a laptop which were rarely seen these days. <br><br>Lockley walked to the bar and waved to the barman. <strong>"Heeeyyyy! Robert! Been a long time buddy!"</strong> he said, almost yelling at the barman which obviously wasn't called Robert. As planned, eyes turned toward Gabriel.<strong>"Are you still selling stolen computers and doing illegal augments!? My arm could use some repairs but I don't wanna pay the big legal price if you know what I mean."</strong> He told the man as he winked, showing off his arm.<br><br>His cards were played, now he only had to watch the suspects reactions. Maybe that would turn into a fight. <em>Finally some fun</em> he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 10:39:04</strong>
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				Eying the man who had just entered, he seemed chummy with the barkeep, even though he was sure that no one had actually seen the man before. The bartender's name wasn't even Robert, he was merely drawing more attention to himself, therefore, everyone turned and looked at the man. <br><br>Thinking to himself, he smiled in a pretend trance, making it look like was was watching something enjoyable. <em>Idoit,</em> he thought to himself. This place was getting too much attention for his liking. So, he unplugged from the computer after shutting the program down. Once that was all over, he packed up his laptop and went to go leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Augmentation?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>D12</strong> on <strong>25-12-2014, 09:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Augmented_Girl.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Sarah Harper <br><strong>Location</strong>: Industrial District, approximately 2300 hours. <br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br><hr><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">All Clear.</span>" Sarah's voice rang out with a metallic twang. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Let's move people.</span>" She sprinted forward; leading the pack before skittering to a halt beside the concrete wall dividing the factory's property from the public's. She pressed her back to it and tilted her head up; the security lamp for this section had been disabled three nights prior, but there was no harm in insuring it was still busted. It was. <br><br>Sarah beckon for the others; two men and three women scurried over to the wall with significantly less military precision than Sarah. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Alright, just like we practiced, tuck and roll.</span>" Sarah reminded, interlocking her fingers in front of her as she knelt with her back to the wall. <br><br>The boys went first; stepping into Sarah's hands before she launched them clear over the ten foot wall and onto the other. The first landed with a thunk, but whistled three notes to signal he was fine; and then Sarah tossed the next rebel over. Followed by the next, and the next, and then the last one. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Everyone make it?</span>" ♩ ♪ ♩ "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Alright, stand back, I'm coming over.</span>" She called quietly; her voice had a tendency to carry even without speaking up. <br><br>She took a few steps back from the wall, just enough to get a running start before launching herself over the wall; she arrived with a heavy thunk. Her feet actually sank into the soil a little. She was not a light woman. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Everyone set?</span>" She asked, looking from face to face. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Good. Follow me.</span>" <br><br>Sarah started into the factory; there were guards of course, but the factory's walls weren't designed to interfere with inferred vision, and this late at night the furnaces were cold enough to let her see the guards' body heat, but not so cold that she couldn't identify where the furnaces were. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Stop.</span>" She ordered as the group came to a corridor with an approaching patrol. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">In here.</span>" She shoved her five accomplices into an office; she just broke the lock. A thousand pounds of Aug. Soldier could beat just about any door; and the cheep office lock was polite enough to break quietly. <br><br>Sarah held her associates until the guard passed. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Alright, clear. Let's move. Quickly and quietly.</span>" She lead the way again. This time directly to the furnaces; or more specifically the assembly line connected to the furnaces. <br><br>"So. This is where Augs are made?" Remarked one of the girls upon seeing the assembly line for the first time. <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">This is where Augs are made.</span>" Sarah stated firmly. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Spread out. Lock the doors. Secure the area.</span>" <br><br>"We should be blowing up the whole factory." One of the guys stated, hurrying over to bar one of the doors. "I mean this is where they <em>make</em> Augs. We could stop them making new ones!" <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">This isn't the only place they produce Augs, and the guards here are civilians. We don't kill civilians.</span>" Sarah hefted her gun up over one shoulder. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Now get to work.</span>" She ordered tossing her head toward the control panels.<br><br>"Right." One of the girls nodded, pulling a laptop from her backpack and plugging it into the computers responsible for uploading the initial software into freshly minted Aug Chips. <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Give me an Eta as soon as you're able.</span>" Sarah stated, marching from one side of the factory floor to the other. There were too many entrances, they were exposed. <br><br>"I don't know. Ten minutes? Maybe twenty?" The girl replied, pulling up the program that she hoped would give her access to the factory's copy of the operating software. <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Which is it? Ten or twenty?</span>" These kids were undisciplined, nothing like the military. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The whole operation is blown if&nbsp; they discover out alterations. They'll shut down the factory and just restore the defaults.</span>" Sarah tried to keep a look out, synthetic eyes scanning the building in infrared. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">We don't have twenty minutes.</span>" She sated firmly. <br><br>"Doesn't matter. I'm in. This security is a joke, I was expecting... I don't know. Something more like corporates' security?" The girl was already searching for the correct files to alter. <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">No one ever thinks about the factory floor. We'll hit them one at a time if we have to. Once the changes are in place anyone receiving Chips from this factory or Augs with chips from this factory will be outside the One United's regulation.</span>" Sara turned toward one of the boys and gave him a nod. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Arch; you're up. Keep it brief.</span>" <br><br>"Don' worry momma, I got just the letter for this synth-heads." The other boy swung his backpack around his shoulders, pulling out a pair of spray cans. "Er, no offense there Principality." <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">None taken, just get writing we've got to get out of here ASAP.</span>" <br><br>The boy climbed agilely up a few of the rafters and started spray-painting bright bold words above the factory floor. There was no way to prevent people from knowing they had been here. The broken locks and security tapes alone would prove that; but that didn't mean they couldn't succeed. When it came to stealth there was something second to going completely unseen, and that was doing one thing, when it looked like you were doing something else; and there was nothing like bright neon propaganda spray painted across an Augmentation factory's wall to catch people's attention.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm done boss. I cleared the access logs, but..." <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Don't worry about it Angel. We do this right no one even check.</span>" Sarah looked up to the rafters where Arch was busy spraying graffiti. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Hurry it up up there, we're leaving. Michael help Arch finish. Girls, pack us up. East exit is clear.</span>" She pointed her rifle down the hall. <br><br>There wasn't actually much to pack up. Arch handed the other boy his extra spray can and between the two of them they had the work done by the time the girls were out of the building. <br><br>Sarah was the last one to leave. Not because she was particularly slow; her augmented legs could carry her faster than any, but because she deliberately held for the others. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Move it boys, next sweep is coming our way.</span>" She barked with her mechanical undertone, holding the factory door for the last man out. <br><br>She threw the others over the wall the same place they had come in, and leaped over it after them... and with that they were done. <br><br>The default software for every chip manufactured in that factory had been edited. They'd no long call out to the government's computers or accept government overrides; those privileges had been revoked. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of chips were minted there everyday, and as far as a casual glance was concerned; six hooded rebels had jumped the fence just to spray paint the walls with big six foot letters proudly proclaiming: <br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Augmentations Are In<span class="bbc_u">Human</span>e</span></span>
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