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(Setting) Gray's Cab
| > A woman with short blue to black gradient hair made her way over to the cab. Her hands stuffed in her tight jeans and her leather jacket zipped up to keep the wind away. She grinned when she saw the cab and the man smoking while playing with his phone.
"S'that you, wannabe detective?"
| >The man looks up at the noise and smiles, putting his phone in his pocket.
"Sure is. You must be Rem then? Or would you prefer I call you by name?"
>He unlocks the back seat doors
"It's cold out there, come on in"
| >Around the corner, there's a man shuffling very slowly toward the vehicle. >Their hood is drawn, and the seem to be limping whil mumbling something.
| >Asher glances at the approaching man and casually takes his gun out from under his coat, holding it where the woman can see it but out of sight of anyone not right by the vehicle
"Unless that guy is your friend, I suggest you get in"
| >The man continues to shuffle, nearing closer to the vehicle- roughly seven feet away now. He's close enough that you can barely hear some words coming from underneath the hood.
"...on't wan... ll ... self..."
>He keeps repeating it.
"...on't wan... ll ... self..."
"...on't wan... ll ... self..."
"...on't wan... ll ... self..."
| "Ain't no friend of mine..."
> REM replied before straining her ears to hear what the man was saying. Being who she was her curiosity often overwhelmed her fear. She adjusted so that she'd be just out of reach if he got closer...preparing to actually slip around the other-side and get in the car over that way. As if that wasn't enough she was sliding her Sound Tracer from her jacket...
"The hell is he sayin'...?"
> She glanced at Asher like she was telling him to have is gun ready.
| >The man is getting pretty close now... five feet...
"Don't want to kill myself..." >You hear him say, as he nears. From this distance his physical form is no longer a mystery- he has been disemboweled, a combination of wires from his cyberware and his entrails leaking onto the ground. Bite markes cover his face. As he looks up, he stares at you with hungry, dead eyes.
"Don't want to kill myself... Don't want to kill myself... don't want to kill myself..."
| > REM froze for a split second. Now that her curiosity was satisfied she practically flew around the other-side of the car to make as much distance between herself and what was CLEARLY some kind of zombie-like creature. She'd seen plenty of horror movies and heard the rumors. She hauled ass and got in Asher's car the second she was able.
"Lock the doors and let's haul!"
> She'd yell as soon as she got inside.
| >The creature nears the vehicle and, met with the confusion of durasteel and glass where there was once a girl, begins to feebly attack the car!
| >Indeed, you watch as the... uh, "zombie" continues to slap the car with its feeble arms, occasionally resorting to trying to bite the vehicle. It slams its face into the car's frame, shaking it slightly...
| >You hear a mixture of voices coming from in front of the vehicle, some loud, some high pitch, others random- a true cacophony of voices.
>Just ahead, a group of people have materialized from within the abandoned alleys and hidden street corners... all shambling with an awkward, painful gait...
| >The closest is roughly ten feet away.
| >You lose count at around... twenty four.
| >Asher punches the gas and turns sharply, drifting just short of hitting the shambling figures before stabilizing and taking off down the road
"Can I just have one normal day on the job here?!”
>He tosses his cigarette out the still cracked window before closing it.
"The car's equipped with nanocamo, so if we find a quiet place we can still talk. Dammit, I wanted to look into that corpse over in glitz"
>He sighs
| "Hey we might have just done that."
>REM relaxed as they finally started moving. She crossed her legs and rested the back of her head against her palms. She then promptly swung over into the cardoor and scrambled to make sure the door stayed closed and was locked. She laughed. Somehow she found hilarity in all of that...She then promptly moved to buckle up.
"Goddamn cyberzombies ate 'em probably...If they weren't augmented they just got ate."
| "By the way I'm totally cool with you calling me REM. That's what everyone calls me."
| "how exactly do these things work, anyways? I just got a shiny set of augs a month ago, should I be concerned?"
>He sighs and glances in the mirror at his passenger. From this angle his augmented eye is much more obvious, though still remarkably subtle looking.
| " About the way you'd expect in the worse case scenario. Basically you're fucked if you get bit, simply because you have an augment. It's a software virus. Go figure right? Nobody should be surprised but it's like the worst thing that's happened to this city as far as everyone's concerned."
>REM replied while relaxing and closing one eye.
"....Are you single?"
| >Asher coughs at the sudden question
"Y-yeah, why do you ask?"
>He scratches his neck and looks around
| > REM smiled impishly.
"I mean...You're cute. I was just curious."
> She'd reply with a light shrug. She turned her head to look out the windows to see if there were any more zombie terrors about.
"Christ this is gonna be a mess. We're gonna need somebody to take care of this as fast as possible before it spreads beyond GC borders."
| >The man is visibly flustered but keeps it together and focuses on driving
"Not every day someone my age is called cute"
>He scratches his neck again. Maybe shaving made him look like he was still in his twenties?
"What are we going to do about these zombies though, can't make money if I keep having to use my cab to evacuate people"
>He pulls out another cigarette and places it in his mouth
"Mind if I smoke?"
| >REM fished out her lighter and leaned over to light it for him when he was ready. Wordless answer! Just a grin and a mouthed 'NOPE!'
"Well I'm a hacker so...If things work out the way I want them to..."
| >He takes a drag and relaxes his posture a bit
"A hacker eh? Always good to have around in my opinion. So, what's your plan?"
| "Well Ampersand trusts me and believes in my skills. So I'll introduce you to him, give you a good recommendation and at worse you become our get-away guy."
> REM offered with an amused tone.
"So...You're not used to girls?"
| "getaway driver eh? Not quite the gig in looking for, exactly."
>He sighs
"it's not that I'm not used to girls, just uh, always been a little weak around pretty ladies. I'd be an awful spy I'm afraid"
>He laughs lightly
"Of course, I've never let it interfere with my investigations."
| "Oho~. So I'm in your strike zone then?"
> REM asked with a playful smile. She gazed outside again and shrugged a single shoulder.
"It's okay. One way or another I'll help you get started being a PI. Ever read Harlock Sholmes? I'll be your Winston when it comes down to it. Heheh~."
| "yeah... Get started..."
>He looks ahead at the road, a bit of a sad look on his face
"Anyways, since we're driving, where can I take you?"
| >REM did notice if only because his reaction wasn't what she was expecting. She shrugged softly and half smiled.
"Why...don't we go somewhere and get a drink? We both did just see the creepiest grossest thing possible today."
| >He smiled back
"A drink sounds great. Where do you recommend?"
| "Dunno! Where ever you want. I just want booze and Glitch City has an abundance of that, right? Pick your favorite place."
> REM offered while unbuckling her seat. Since there was no guard between the cab and the back, she literally climbed her way up to the passenger seat. When she'd passed by she tried her best to mind where the man's hands were so that the distraction wouldn't force him off the road. When she was safely in the passenger seat she buckled up again.
| "Well, I am a fan of the heart beats bar, but I could use a change of pace. Somewhere quiet would be ideal."
>He drags on his cigarette
"Could always ask the board I guess."
| "Asking now~."
| "So according to the boooard...We got the choices of Tango Down, The Lock and Barrel, and Lily's Palace..."
>Rem suggested while propping her feet up on the dashboard and flicking through her cellphone.
| >Asher pulls over to the side of the road after checking to make sure there are no zombies about
"Tango Down sounds like my kinda place. How about you? Any preference?"
| (let me know which setting you'd like when you're done. ;3 -GM)
| "Tango Down works~."
>REM replied with a half smile.
"Let's go there!"
| "Alrighty, tango down it is!"
>He pulls off the curb and turns the car around, making his way to the new destination
| (so yeah tango down lol)
| (I think the gm does it?)
| (It's up!)
| >after a few minutes of driving, the cab arrives at the destination
"Well miss, we're here."
>Asher gets out and walks around to open the door for her.
"Ah, just one thing, if you don't mind. I'll have to ask you to go in first. There's someone I'm avoiding and given his alcoholism, I wouldn't be surprised to see him in there. He has black hair and wears a bike jacket. He's also rather... Eccentric. Do let me know if you see him before I come in behind you."
>He smiles
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| > The cab is a bit beat up, covered in various dings and chipped paint. The driver sits in the front, smoking a cigarette while he messes with his phone. His brown bomber jacket is a bit ragged, with tears here and there. The man inhales deeply, and then lets it out in a sigh. The smoke trickles out through the slightly open window.