A tinny, female voice, emitting from a speaker mounted on the wall of a busy metro station, rings out, "Welcome to The Greater San Francisco Area. You are now entering the district of.... Alamo Square. The time is 5:46 PM and the weather is.... cloudy, with a slight chance of rain. Have a nice day!"
Despite much of the smog gathered around the tips of the ubiquitous skyscrapers, clouds can still be seen in the evening sky, and coincidentally, a light rain begins to fall.
The automated voice echoes out down an inconspicuous alleyway, and it is heard muffled through the walls of a hole-in-the-wall bar located in the alley.
The hustle and bustle of the city continues, directed by armed robotic security guards and a few augmented human police officers. The police presence was greater than usual, due to a turf war that broke out a week or so ago between two gangs, The Reapers and the Silver Vipers. Rumor has it among the police that these gangs were contracted by corporations, but no evidence has surfaced on the killings yet.
Just another day in the lovely state of California.
Influence, unlike any average human logic, was drawn to the fights. It was a great opportunity to cause mischief under the radar and possibly make some new recruits for his own personal gang. Even then, gang wasn't the right word. He held, at the very least, a wearhouse full of "friends", filled up to the top without space. He was rather proud of his work, but didn't make that pride public. After all, no one really knew his name, and it was easier to grow as a result.
As much as Influence should've cared about the conspiracies behind the gang violence, he couldn't help but feel it was an untouched, and unnecessary, topic. If everyone were to eventually be under his rule, why waste time thinking about things that could possibly not even be true.
The only major thing he cares about that the theories touched on was the possibility of the gangs being ran by someone higher. After all, if you can get whoever's higher first, it's a lot easier to get everyone under the ladder on his side too. In other words, he only cared for his own benefit and convenience.
Influence stepped out of the vehicle, no luggage on him other than his main weapon, the pin point. Behind him was an android, whom indeed looked robotic, and a woman, both escorts holding his actual luggage, containing clothes, his firearm, and other necessities. He had a place booked out for him, but it wouldn't hurt to see if anyone else was arriving.
As much as Influence should've cared about the conspiracies behind the gang violence, he couldn't help but feel it was an untouched, and unnecessary, topic. If everyone were to eventually be under his rule, why waste time thinking about things that could possibly not even be true.
The only major thing he cares about that the theories touched on was the possibility of the gangs being ran by someone higher. After all, if you can get whoever's higher first, it's a lot easier to get everyone under the ladder on his side too. In other words, he only cared for his own benefit and convenience.
Influence stepped out of the vehicle, no luggage on him other than his main weapon, the pin point. Behind him was an android, whom indeed looked robotic, and a woman, both escorts holding his actual luggage, containing clothes, his firearm, and other necessities. He had a place booked out for him, but it wouldn't hurt to see if anyone else was arriving.
The bike came to a halt in a shower of gravel. Terpsicore scanned the crowds. At a thought her two siren drones detached and shot into the air. She trusted the VIs to provide overwatch. She pulled a small package and slipped it into her jacket. Cobalt blue hair cascades down her back as she pulls of her helmet. Double checking the dead drop location she heads into the station. Claustrophobia was gnawing on the edge of her mind. A job was a job but that didn't stop her wanting to get back to the Mojave.
A man sat engrossed in the news nest to him sat a bag with the sign she was told to look out for. She walked over and looked a the bill poster on the wall behind the man. Quickly she sapped the package in the bag for the one in her coat. Once she finished reading the bill she walked looking for a drink. Sitting at the hole in the wall bar she ordered a whisky on the rocks. The package in her pocket was the payment she was promised; it better had been if Solvent knew what was good for him and he usually did. He said there was other work for her in town so she was to wait for his call.
A man sat engrossed in the news nest to him sat a bag with the sign she was told to look out for. She walked over and looked a the bill poster on the wall behind the man. Quickly she sapped the package in the bag for the one in her coat. Once she finished reading the bill she walked looking for a drink. Sitting at the hole in the wall bar she ordered a whisky on the rocks. The package in her pocket was the payment she was promised; it better had been if Solvent knew what was good for him and he usually did. He said there was other work for her in town so she was to wait for his call.
"Are you sure? They were fighting over smuggled goods?"
Xena shook her head wearily, making a note about the package in her handheld device. The woman in front of her, dressed in a scantily clad, neon yellow jumpsuit, was now stained red from the blood of the recent fight. Just to the side of them, blocked by police drones and artificial red tape laid a massacre: bodies upon bodies of bloodied criminals simply pilled together unceremoniously. Bullets still lined the streets from the attack. And unsurprisingly, a large crowd of media frenzied patrons had gathered around the scene, snapping photos and doing their best to see each face up close without facing a pistol under the jaw from the police.
Xena had been lucky enough to find the woman still shell shocked at the scene. She immediately went to work getting the story. Or at least whatever the black haired beauty was willing to part with. But it seemed the more she asked, the more impatient she became.
"So it just started out of no where. They all met right here in the road?"
The woman scowled, as if asking twice was insulting to her intelligence, "It's what I said, isn't it? One of the guys up front- the gang leader I guess- he pulled the gun after asking where the package was. But the other man seemed to think it was a joke."
Xena frowned, silver her falling in her face as the tablet in her hands recorded the audio of the woman's story. "Sounds alot like a setup to me. Both gangs after a package that neither one has... did you see anything else before the attack?"
"I already told you. I don't know anything else, so beat it before I call security-"
"I get it-" Xena raised her hands, slowly placing the tablet back into he bag, "I'm leaving."
Pushing past the crowded streets, she headed towards the bar now. Drunk witnesses were about as reliable as technology from 2020, but it was possible that something could have been recorded. Especially with how many people augmented their bodies with cybernetic tools and enhancements. Someone somewhere would have to know what happened.
This was clearly the work corporate incrimination. That alone was interesting enough for Xena to get involved. But the package must have been something special. Advanced technology, black market pieces, possibly even an artificial control chip. Maybe simple drugs. It mattered little in the end game. What mattered to Xena was that she could use it as leverage. And maybe finally have the upper hand as a nobody in California.
Xena shook her head wearily, making a note about the package in her handheld device. The woman in front of her, dressed in a scantily clad, neon yellow jumpsuit, was now stained red from the blood of the recent fight. Just to the side of them, blocked by police drones and artificial red tape laid a massacre: bodies upon bodies of bloodied criminals simply pilled together unceremoniously. Bullets still lined the streets from the attack. And unsurprisingly, a large crowd of media frenzied patrons had gathered around the scene, snapping photos and doing their best to see each face up close without facing a pistol under the jaw from the police.
Xena had been lucky enough to find the woman still shell shocked at the scene. She immediately went to work getting the story. Or at least whatever the black haired beauty was willing to part with. But it seemed the more she asked, the more impatient she became.
"So it just started out of no where. They all met right here in the road?"
The woman scowled, as if asking twice was insulting to her intelligence, "It's what I said, isn't it? One of the guys up front- the gang leader I guess- he pulled the gun after asking where the package was. But the other man seemed to think it was a joke."
Xena frowned, silver her falling in her face as the tablet in her hands recorded the audio of the woman's story. "Sounds alot like a setup to me. Both gangs after a package that neither one has... did you see anything else before the attack?"
"I already told you. I don't know anything else, so beat it before I call security-"
"I get it-" Xena raised her hands, slowly placing the tablet back into he bag, "I'm leaving."
Pushing past the crowded streets, she headed towards the bar now. Drunk witnesses were about as reliable as technology from 2020, but it was possible that something could have been recorded. Especially with how many people augmented their bodies with cybernetic tools and enhancements. Someone somewhere would have to know what happened.
This was clearly the work corporate incrimination. That alone was interesting enough for Xena to get involved. But the package must have been something special. Advanced technology, black market pieces, possibly even an artificial control chip. Maybe simple drugs. It mattered little in the end game. What mattered to Xena was that she could use it as leverage. And maybe finally have the upper hand as a nobody in California.
The drink tasted like the stuff Solvent gave to his low level clients and operatives. These days she only got given this as a sign of disfavour or to clean her bike. Her sirens got the proper stuff they were her babies after all. The bar sank of sweet, despair and to her freedom. It might be the freedom to starve to death but it was freedom none the less. She seemed to be the only edgerunner in the place. One of her girls pinged her. Closing her eyes she brought up the feed. The image brought back memories of the war. These were experienced but untrained combatants; probably gangers. The memories were threatening to overwhelm her so she shut down the link.
Opening her eyes she saw someone new had entered the bar. The white haired woman had the look of a predictor. Therpsicore wondered if the new comer had any interesting tails to tell otherwise it was going to be a long night waiting for a phone call. Curiosity and boredom joined forces and forced her from her seat. The stalked across the bar to the white hair stranger.
“Hey there; you want to by me a drink.”
Opening her eyes she saw someone new had entered the bar. The white haired woman had the look of a predictor. Therpsicore wondered if the new comer had any interesting tails to tell otherwise it was going to be a long night waiting for a phone call. Curiosity and boredom joined forces and forced her from her seat. The stalked across the bar to the white hair stranger.
“Hey there; you want to by me a drink.”
Kallisti pulled the collar of her over-sized coat up against the rain as in her ear her father was going through the regular rendition of her alleged sins. It had become white noise to her at this point. She took the fact that he still bothered as a sign that her still cared for her. As she came in sight of the station he paused for breath.
"Love you too Papa, but I have work to do." She said cutting the connection before he could scoff at her choice of profession.
The Heavy police presence confirm that this was the location Mr Johnson had asked her to visit. The bar offered both a place to work as well as refreshment.
She choose a table next to a pillar to work as she did not wish to have anyone looking over her shoulder. It had only taken one arrest to teach her that the shadows were the first place the police would look. A quick glance allowed her to pick out a couple of escape routes. She noticed a white haired woman who she could have sworn she recognized but could not place her. She thought briefly about contacting Esen to pick his brains but it was not important enough to bother him. She made a note to meet up with her friend soon before settling in to work.
With a drink to one side set about scanning for unsecured access points. There were dozens of them to choose from so she set about daisy chaining them together before adding these which had not bothered to change the default password. Once the chain was a couple of dowen points long she launched her ice breaker to attack the cops operational LAN.
"Love you too Papa, but I have work to do." She said cutting the connection before he could scoff at her choice of profession.
The Heavy police presence confirm that this was the location Mr Johnson had asked her to visit. The bar offered both a place to work as well as refreshment.
She choose a table next to a pillar to work as she did not wish to have anyone looking over her shoulder. It had only taken one arrest to teach her that the shadows were the first place the police would look. A quick glance allowed her to pick out a couple of escape routes. She noticed a white haired woman who she could have sworn she recognized but could not place her. She thought briefly about contacting Esen to pick his brains but it was not important enough to bother him. She made a note to meet up with her friend soon before settling in to work.
With a drink to one side set about scanning for unsecured access points. There were dozens of them to choose from so she set about daisy chaining them together before adding these which had not bothered to change the default password. Once the chain was a couple of dowen points long she launched her ice breaker to attack the cops operational LAN.
(Just waiting to see if it was alive.)
Tyron walked into the bar quietly, with his hood over his head- he did not want to be noticed. He hated the crowd's attention. Besides, he had important stuff to do: Ensuring his prototype drone would work. Of course, the reason he chose a secluded spot in the bar was probably because he stole the information from a tech firm... He forgot the name.
Also, he didn't exactly HAVE the drone. But he had data, and that was enough to put into a simulator on his computer. It would also be a good test for the simulator, since Tyron made it on the spot... He was sure it would work perfectly, however. He set out his satchel.
Upon opening it, he uploaded the information about the drone in, then checked to make sure there was no suspicion on him. He really didn't worry, since he actually left no trace of his passing, but it didn't hurt to make sure. While waiting for the drone to form inside the computer, his finger twitched.
Tyron walked into the bar quietly, with his hood over his head- he did not want to be noticed. He hated the crowd's attention. Besides, he had important stuff to do: Ensuring his prototype drone would work. Of course, the reason he chose a secluded spot in the bar was probably because he stole the information from a tech firm... He forgot the name.
Also, he didn't exactly HAVE the drone. But he had data, and that was enough to put into a simulator on his computer. It would also be a good test for the simulator, since Tyron made it on the spot... He was sure it would work perfectly, however. He set out his satchel.
Upon opening it, he uploaded the information about the drone in, then checked to make sure there was no suspicion on him. He really didn't worry, since he actually left no trace of his passing, but it didn't hurt to make sure. While waiting for the drone to form inside the computer, his finger twitched.
It was all a matter of time. Given time her Ice breaker would get her in. Given time the police would find her; the race had not started given time it would.
Kallisti only needed to keep half an eye on the program so she had the time to indulge in some people watching. The white haired media had been joined by and elfin woman with long blue hair who sat at the centre of a highly encrypted network. A man walked in trying to avoid notice which caught Kallisti's attention. His rig looked good, see seen better but it was nothing to be sniffed at. With quick glance around she picked up her deck and walked across to him.
“If you're trying to look inconspicuous I wouldn't sit in the shadows; its the first place they look.” She said taking the seat opposite.
Kallisti only needed to keep half an eye on the program so she had the time to indulge in some people watching. The white haired media had been joined by and elfin woman with long blue hair who sat at the centre of a highly encrypted network. A man walked in trying to avoid notice which caught Kallisti's attention. His rig looked good, see seen better but it was nothing to be sniffed at. With quick glance around she picked up her deck and walked across to him.
“If you're trying to look inconspicuous I wouldn't sit in the shadows; its the first place they look.” She said taking the seat opposite.
Tyron had finished uploading the drone, and was just about to test it, when a woman with green hair sat down opposite of him, startling him slightly. True, he had seen her walking around, and even walking to him, but he never guessed she would sit across from him. People are weird.. he couldn't help thing, not realizing the irony that many people would think the same of his thought processes.
Upon hearing the woman's words, Tyron replied, saying, "True, but if I'm in a crowd, people will try to spy on me," he motions at his computer, "and that would be... Irritating." He then thought of something, something she said. "Who are 'Them'?" She could mean the police, which were strangely more active tonight, or she could mean the company Tyron sto- borrowed from. Or she could mean practically anyone else.
Upon hearing the woman's words, Tyron replied, saying, "True, but if I'm in a crowd, people will try to spy on me," he motions at his computer, "and that would be... Irritating." He then thought of something, something she said. "Who are 'Them'?" She could mean the police, which were strangely more active tonight, or she could mean the company Tyron sto- borrowed from. Or she could mean practically anyone else.
She smiled he seemed young reminding her of her younger brother apart from the lack of hate in his eyes.
"If you didn't want to be spied on I would have gone out to the desert and put a tin foil tent."
She wasn't sure but it would probably would work as the Faraday cage. The chip inside her head pinged; her ice-breaker was in. She put her deck on the table and opened up the instruction note.
"Time to earn some cred."
Her hand danced across the key board as she added evidence to frame her employers rivals.
"I'm known as Kallisiti and you?" She said absentmindedly as she worked.
"If you didn't want to be spied on I would have gone out to the desert and put a tin foil tent."
She wasn't sure but it would probably would work as the Faraday cage. The chip inside her head pinged; her ice-breaker was in. She put her deck on the table and opened up the instruction note.
"Time to earn some cred."
Her hand danced across the key board as she added evidence to frame her employers rivals.
"I'm known as Kallisiti and you?" She said absentmindedly as she worked.
"...Tyron." His reply was slightly delayed, but that was because he wasn't used to suprise human interaction. He looked down and focused on the laptop, and his right finger began twitching.. Again. After all, the people who made the drone did so...poorly, in a sense. Some aspects were amazing, others...not so much.
She was nearly forced to her knees when her drones screamed a warning into her head. The fed showed two groups corporate enforcers approaching the bar. Combat training kicked in there was too many for her to fight her way out.
Glancing around she couldn't see a way out.
"Merd..."
She reset her drones to guard her bike then downed her drink.
Glancing around she couldn't see a way out.
"Merd..."
She reset her drones to guard her bike then downed her drink.
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