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Ristic.The biggest metropolis on the face of Earth. It's in old Canada.The weather is rainy."The city of opportunities", as some people like to call it.As you get off the hypertrain, you see some shady guys in hoods and tazers for hands.As you walk out of the station, you see a policeman beating a homeless guy."I told you a THOUSAND times already, that sleeping on the streets is illegal!"-shouted the officer.His hole body was covered in armor.You're in the downtown area of the city. There are five different areas, or rings as people like to call them here in Ristic:Downtown,Worker's Heaven, Fate,Rikas and Cyper. You take a step forward. Your journey begins now.

Here we go - Ristic, the place where criminality and police violences are frequent enough to allow a private security agency to make good profit.
The people seemed quite poor in the district he had arrived in, yet policemen were still patrolling in this area. An example for too many towns.

He called a taxi, and checked his mail with his eye augment.
"Can you get me to Tesla Street, in the Rikas district?"
He asked the driver.

"Here we go"-said Thou calmly. He looked at a map, which he, and everybody can access from their temple Informator."The tavern will be the best place to find new recruits."-he had a mission.A mission to recruit people for a band called Sinner's Light.They are the modern Robin Hoods.He found a tavern on the map near here.He turned left, and started going to it.As he was walking, all he could see was billboards and skyscrapers.He took a left afer 100 meters.He could see the tavern.It's behind the station.It's called Ragin' Motor.

Markus was unsure if this was the right place, but he was here anyway; Ristic, or whatever they called this place. As a representative of A.E.R.O., he was assigned the task of finding and returning rogue machines back to Aerotek back in Nemona some distance away. He began his search, sparing no second in investigating the robotic policeman standing on the corner of the street.

Daniel Jensen wrote:
Here we go - Ristic, the place where criminality and police violences are frequent enough to allow a private security agency to make good profit.
The people seemed quite poor in the district he had arrived in, yet policemen were still patrolling in this area. An example for too many towns.

He called a taxi, and checked his mail with his eye augment.
"Can you get me to Tesla Street, in the Rikas district?"
He asked the driver.

The middle aged man turned his head around
"Whatever."-he rolled his eyes around
That would be 25 Gachis((1 Gachis = 30USD, 1Gachis = 100Regna))

The droplets of rain still stuck to the window created small kaleidoscopes of the city before me before the door slid open and I saw Ristic in it's full beauty. I pull my hood up as I feel rain pelt at my shoulders and torso- I pull the torn piece of paper out of my pocket and read the half smudged note "4702 E Favkur St. Cypher Ring" I look over at the police officer as he swings down his pole onto the homeless mans back just as he begins to get up. I begin walking down the metal grated stair well and onto the street below.

I roll my eyes and say "The city of opportunities" I stuff the note back in my pocket "Yeah whatever."

"I'm not asking for a ride in some solid gold armored car. We both know the highest price is 5 Gachis at maximum."

Dissatisfied at his responses, Markus moved on, eventually hailing a cab to get him somewhere he could call his boss. He paid the money and sat in back quietly, hoping the AI could give him some hints on his missing soldier and the so-called ‘Robin-Hoods’ of Ristic that could be responsible for its disappearance.

As Thou swiftly walks in the tavern, everybody looks at him."These people are not so friendly it seems"-he thinks to himself.
He covers his face with the hood, maybe he will be more "friendly" with this.He sits next to a drunk man.The man doesn't seem to be awake, but who knows.
"Bartender, can I get some lemonade?And put some oil in it."-said Thou uncomfortably.
"Are you okay, kid?Oil? We put that in rusty hookers, more than anything,Am I right?"-says the bartender,than everybody raises their drinks and downs it.Then a group of people stand up and leave.
"I'm a hundred percent sure, Mr.NeonSucker"-said Thou, with a voice of trouble.
They looked at each other fiercly, then the bartender went in the basement.

Daniel Jensen wrote:
"I'm not asking for a ride in some solid gold armored car. We both know the highest price is 5 Gachis at maximum."
The man grunts-"Hmp.Fine."
The driver reaches his hand out, waiting for the money."It will be 4,35G"

He sent a payment of 4,35 G to the drivers account and got in.
"You're from here?" he asked the driver, whilst checking the last big contracts received by the firm.

Henry keeps his head low as he begins walking across the cross walk and onto the side walk next to a small busted down deli. With no money he realizes his best bet is just hoofing it the next 13-14 miles on foot, not the most ideal way of transport but it's free. He places his hands deep in his pockets and begins walking looking at the sights around him- the rusting walls of haphazardly built condos to help with over population, the trails of now dirty water draining from alley ways into sewers filled with trash, the blank club signs that wouldn't be open for another couple hours.

The courser came out of the area with a pale color on his face. He couldn’t have this happen, not after Detroit; no matter what, he’d find them sooner or later.

Aero watched its little pet move onward, and despite having no emotions laughed a bit after it’d threatened him with experimentation should he fail. It glanced over the entire city, finding no signatures belonging to it yet again, despite the high probability of such calculation.

Daniel Jensen wrote:
He sent a payment of 4,35 G to the drivers account and got in.
"You're from here?" he asked the driver, whilst checking the last big contracts received by the firm.
"Let's just say I'm...not that kown here"

As the bartender came back from the basement, he proceeded to make lemonade.He brought a can of dark liquid with him.After finishing the lemonade, he put some of that dark liquid in it.Then served it to Thou.
"Thank you sir"-said Th-"Just give me 30R"-says the bartender, interupting the thinking procces.Thou transfered the money and then scanned the drink.It's really just oil and lemonade.He drank it, and stood up.
"Attention all people!"-shouted Thou, then everybody looked to him.
"I came from the other side of the city and I am a part of the band, Sinner's Light."-everyone else in he room proceeded to check this gang out on Foodle, the search engine built into the temple Informator.Everything a guy needs to know was there.Most gang members are homeless, so they couldn't get any jobs, so they're hiding in warehouses.Some say, they have good intentions, but the goverment says otherwise.
"So, anyone want to join?"

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