This thread is permanently archived
(Setting) Flooded District Safehouse
| >Shepherd hands a coin over as he exits the car. He leads Neon to the door, and types in the code. beyond the door is a long staircase down.
| > Neon of course had to convince Shepherd to stop by a few places before they came here. He needed to get the equipment, which apparently consisted of two suitcases. Each where in two very different parts of town. When he stepped outside he picked up these two silver, plated suitcases and made his way to follow Shepherd down.
"*Fsssht* Interesting place for a safe house."
| "A quiet place, means less people."
>Shepherd opens the door to the safehouse, at the bottom of the stairs.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
>Shepherd says haf-jokingly
>The interior of the Safehouse is barren, Only having the bare necessities.
| >a young cat boomer, fatigued, trudged up to the location she had been given
| > Neon looked around for a place to put down the two suitcases. The reflections in his helmet carefully seemed to scan over each object in the interior...He'd hoped to at least see a table or a bed.
"*Fsssht* How well can you handle pain?"
| >Shepherd spots her on the cams, and runs upstairs to greet her
"Hello! I assume you are Tuna?"
| >Shepherd shouts down the Stairs
"I'll be fine!"
| "...yes"
>The girl studies him.
| "Come on in them, it's not good to be outside, especially now."
>Shepherd gestures to the girl.
| >Neon moved to sit the suitcases down and heaved a metallic sounding sigh. He paused in his movements as if listening to something, then slowly stood straight and looked back at Shepherd.
"Check her for bite marks."
| "Scratches also."
| >The girl dashes inside
"It fucking sucks out there. Bullets don't do shit against them"
| "you've got to do what he says, we can't have a virus spreading."
| "You can check me over all you want."
| "I'd rather not... Neon, if you may..."
>Shepherd refuses.
| "I don't care who does it. Check me over all you want. I am clean"
| "Fine, I believe you..."
>Shepherd Turns to Neon
"How are we looking at the operation?
| "*Fssht* You'd rather not. Even though I'm the one with the augments? I'll give you a moment to reconsider your words."
>Neon stated while turning and crossing his arms. Shepherd's reflection shown against his helmet.
| "We're not until that girl is checked. I can't operate on you and risk dealing with a cyberzombie at the sametime."
| "Neon. I know what I am getting in to, Just make sure you install the arm I have."
>Shepherd puts his duffle bag on the table.
| >the girl tapped her foot irritated.
"Are one of you two gonna check me or am I gonna have to show you myself?"
| >Shepherd reluctantly approaches the girl, and begins checking her for injuries.
| "Making a one armed man do this..."
>Shepherd mumbles under his breath.
| "also come to think of it. not too many people can tell I have cyber parts. so color me impressed. I made sure that it would look normal from a distance and the stockings hid alot. at least I know im with two guys who know their stuff"
| >The girl snickers alittle at Shepherd's comment
| > Neon's metallic, robotic sounding sigh came about as softly as one could expect.
"*Fsssht* I am a modder. I've been around augments most of my time on this rock. Not to mention I have a detector on deck. Experience and preparation allows me to have an eye for mods and augments of all kinds."
>Neon looked to Shepherd before returning to unpacking the suitcases. True to form he had to have been telling the truth because he had -everything- he needed to install an augment to a human
| >Shepherd finally finishes his checks.
"She looks clear to me. Can we start getting ready for the Operation?"
| "*Fssht* You have no interest in the arm I'd already procured for you? Very well. I suppose I'll sell it."
| >Shepherd rushes over
"Wait. I may have been rash in picking arms, but in the current climate, a second opinion won't hurt."
| "I would pick whichever one kills more of those things out there because its only getting worse"
| "I've got guns for that."
| "Good cause its freaking me out and putting me on edge."
| "Yeah, I'll open the armory after the Operation. We will get you kitted."
| "*Fssht* The arm I purchased and...updated is a highly modifiable PS-SF65. With my modifications added to it, you can basically fit nearly anything on it so long as it has the proper port and locking mechanism. Which, having taken account of that I have dismantled and modded in such a way that you can even change out the port boards and locking mechanisms if you want."
| >Neon started taking out the sections of the augmented arm to give Shepherd an idea of what it looked like. It had *amazing* detail put into the design. It was obvious that once it was fully installed and assembled one would have to strain to tell that it wasn't a real arm in a normal situation, that is until it opened up and did whatever it was Shepherd wanted it to do.
| "Thats pretty... overt. Can you stash thing inside the arm?"
>Shepherd begins to open his duffle bag.
| "*Fsssht* I'd not even selected this one to modify if you couldn't. I am very aware of your position, Shepherd."
| "I guess we will go with yours. This means that I need to work some more on my own product."
>Shepherd pulls out The AM001.
>The arm is painted in a flat black colour, making it obvious that its a prosthetic. It opens up to show a stashed, disassemble VP9. The hand also has integrated recoil suppression, and is mostly made out of Kevlar, to reduce weight, but provide protection.
"So what do you think?"
| "*Fssht* Practical. I'd hold on to it. I was planning to connect your nerves to a detach port anyway. That way you can mitigate damage to your arm by taking advantage of the fact that most of it is made out of metal and screws."
> Neon then moved to help Shepherd out of his shirt...more like get a good look at the nub that remained of his arm.
"*Fsssht* I need to measure the connection zone. Be still."
| > Neon turned his head to look back at the girl.
"*Fsssht* The door was closed when you entered, correct?"
| "Not to be nosy but how did you lose it?"
| "Uhhh... are you going to be alright for this Tuna?"
| "Yes it was. Triple checked. don't wanna deal with those... things"
| >She gestures to her legs
I went through the same thing but twice
| "I also had drugs though so probrably not as bad"
| "Remember hearing about the Scrapyard explosion? That was it."
| "*Fssht* Lose what?"
| "Ahh"
>Tuna sucked the air in through her teeth
"Nasty"
| "*Fssht* Oh that. Indeed. He was an unfortunate bystander to the carnage."
| "I was talking to Shepherd about his lack of an appendage"
| "Uhh... Yeah, I was just passing by. Do you mind passing that bottle of scotch over there? I got thirsty all of a sudden."
| >Tuna passes the scotch
| "Thanks."
>Shepherd takes a swig of the bottle.
"Anyway, why is someone so young just... Running around GC?"
| >Tuna looked to the side
"Im not that young but im not that old either if it makes sense. I am on a whole chemical concoction of hormone blockers, anti aging you name it. I got the legs first and I need a way to pay for them. Plus I guess I didn't wanna look my age for abit. You don't exactly make alot doing normal work. However the cost of them just ups my debt so its a cycle. Maybe one day I will get off them but its not so bad other than gettong roughed up by debt collectors"
| "Huh. What kind of work? I don't expect a child-like appearance helpful in earning a job."
>Shepherd keeps waiting on Neon.
| "It helps when your job description requires deception. Its easier for kids to run around unsuspectingly. People are more willing to open up. Hell I have done a few drug runs when I was desperate. No one expects a kid to mug them either. I don't like the nature of it but I can't make alot doing anything else. Intellegence work is where I get most my money at though it can be risky but not so bad compared to other proffesions"
| "a cart load of sin so young..."
| " *Fsssht* And you decided not to hide all of this from us, why?"
>Neon replied. Somehow the curiosity was plain despite his robotic voice. At this point he was prepping Shepherd's arm. He'd guide the man to sit on his bed while dragging the table and a chair up closer so they could get started. If it wasn't terrifying enough, Neon had brought his own...pan for capturing body fluids during the process. It seemed that suitcase even had an implement to hold his arm still.
| "Well I was broke when I lost my legs and no one was gonna help me. It was either starve to death legless or go into massive debt. I chose the latter option. Sure I could have gone cheeper maybe get something more low quality and not have my life tied to my debt but I figured I might as well get what I want and have fun while I can. either way it was gonna be too much for me to afford"
| "*Fsssht* Now's a great time to tell me if you've any nanomachine treatments or military level chemical blockers and other some such in your system, Shepherd."
| "That is a fair decision. Are you on the look for a job now?"
>Shepherd settles in the bed, ready for the operation.
"I'm pure blooded, well, kind of. I got someone else's blood."
| "Why hide it? I mean Im just another person living in squaller in this city. There are plently of people similer to me. What are you gonna take me to the cops now? they people who basically own me will just pay them off and add it to my debt with... interest"
| "To be honest I am not for sure what they inject me with. I have had the nanomachines in my body removed. That I had to pay in full or they would not do it and it too years to save that money and not have it consumed by debt"
| "*Fsssht* Heh heh heh..."
>Neon decided not to answer that question. It amused him that this little girl thought he was the type to take anyone to the cops. Instead he continued prepping and started applying a strong numbing agent to the surface of Shepherd's nub. It was fast acting. Fast enough to apparently have Neon tighten the constraints of the stub so that the effect wouldn't spread quickly.
"Immediately let me know if you can't feel the tops of your shoulders."
| "alright. Lets just get it over with."
>Shepherd sighs, expecting the worst in terms of pain...
| "I am now. Mainly because I have not heard anything from my usual employers in a bit and I owe them a 120000 payment in three weeks and I barely have half that."
| "Ahhh... we might have to talk about that job later, it's a bit... difficult at the moment. What about your employers?"
| "I gotta good check for finding the hideout of some renegade gang members. One of them had a little brother who was alittle too naive"
| "Them? Usually they want me to get some info on there competition. Usually easy enough. No one really suspects a young girl to be blabbing away there company affairs for some cash"
| "I got that so far from you describing your jobs, but what is their name? This I need to know."
| (Im literally pulling stuff oyt of my butt so if im screwing up established lore with my newb butt please tell me to shove it)
"I think it was Veria Tech? Something like that. The amnesia treatments screw with my memory sometimes"
| "Interesting. How do you feel about working against them?"
>Shepherd turns to Neon
"Are we getting started yet?"
| "*Fsssht* Consider me completely unsurprised."
> Neon spoke. Due to having completely numbed out Shepherd's arm he might not have noticed that Neon had already started working. Cutting the flesh and occasionally stopping to make marker markings on the man's skin as if working out something. Occasionally he made gestures in the air. His black helmet's large visor occasionally pulsed green and ghosts of faint applications moved and swam about in the black haze behind it.
| "*Fssht* Don't worry. When I start aligning nerves you'll be plenty aware that we've started. Don't be so excited."
| "oh jesu..."
>Shepherd faints out of shock and surprise.
| >Neon paused. Checked his pulse. Then continued when he was certain the man wasn't dead. A gesture and with-in his helmet another application turned on 'watching blood pressure levels.' He went back to work without missing a beat.
| "*Fsssht* Little girl. Make yourself useful and hand me the LED lit tools when they shine."
| "Will do. As for working against them... I could do it for the right price. I am not exactly on the best terms with them. while having someone like me is useful pretty sure they would pick the money over me. All I asl is that they don't know its me. They still supply me with my chems"
| "*Fsssht* For the moment the only one interested in your plight is unconscious. Until I can tell that you would be a worthwhile investment I can only offer you neutral advice and suggestion."
> Neon replied while finally beginning the plate connection process of the arm port. Three instruments started to glow. Neon reached out for the nearest, which looked like some weird combination between a mutated torque wrench and some kind of mechanism to pull and grasp at things.
| "For all I know...Your people are listening to you right now."
| >Tuna handed hims tools as he needed him.
"Part of me doubted he would faint so fast. I mean he had to look at it after his hamd exploded"
| "Nah they don't have that implanted in me. They tried. twice. but my apperently whatever they are injecting me with doesn't mix well with it"
| "*Fssht* Shock can keep a man conscious for much longer than they'd rather be. This is a different matter entirely."
| "I guess so"
| "*Fsssht* To be honest this man confuses me. He speaks as if he wants a private operation and then he invites a girl that immediately turns out to be a corporate owned spy."
| >Tuna had to giggle at that
"To be fair like I said no on suspects a child. not even in this day and age"
| "would it make you feel more comfortable if I gave yoh a freebie?"
| "*Fssht* Making me more comfortable is a tall order, Child. I have seen too much and my dreams are filled with matters that would make even your well adjusted skin crawl."
>Neon stated about as firmly as his 'voice' would allow.
"But I will not deny a freebie if offered."
| >At this point Neon had done some extensive work. He was dexterous. Quick handed. The connection plate was complete and the design was that of a self stabilizing lock-connection port. It seemed he'd designed it so that it could be controlled via 'brain wave' or swapped to direct port connection.
| "Well the chemical concotion they are injecting me with was not what they wanted to give me. What im on is temperary. I didn't want anything permanent. but they wanted to give me stuff that would so I would not age instead of the slow aging I do go through. I refused even after they offered to cut my debt in half. They were mighty interested in finding a test subject"
| "*Fsssht* Of course. I'm surprised that they didn't just do it and threaten to increase your debt. Even still they had other options. You got off easily or someone truly liked you."
| "Honestly I feel like if I miss a payment or tick them off enough they would dose me with it instead of my usual stuff. thats why I have never missed a payment no matter how desperate I had to get"
| "*Fhsssht* Suppose someone offered you work as a double agent. How easy would it be for them to find out?"
| "It depends on how believable it is for someone else to get the information. If they can not pin point a source the will likely start heavily cracking down on there informants to find out who talked. Last person who squeaked got a few informants dragged half dead through the building to the main office. blood stains on the carpet for weeks"
| "*Fsssht* So basically it'd depend on the obtainer of that information."
> Neon was now finished with the connecting plate. He carefully tested it and made sure the connector itself could be detached and safely reattached. Finally Neon reached out for a new instrument. Any idiot could tell it was time to align the nerves.
"This is probably going to wake him. Hold his shoulders."
| >Tuna grabs Shepherd by the shoulders
"Hope he got a good nap in"
| >Neon sent an electronic pulse through the connector plate to ensure that the nerves were responsive. Due to the numbness of the man's arm it SHOULDN'T cause any pain unless Shepherd was especially responsive to the stimuli. But there was also no way he wouldn't feel it even in his stupor. Neon wasted no time however...He checked each nerve connection and adjusted those that didn't respond on time or properly. This mean moving carefully bundled tissue containing these nerves.
| "Wha- AHHHHH"
>Anomeat wakes up, abit abruptly.
| "WHAT THE FUCK? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? ANSWER ME!"
| "*Fhssht* There he is. Welcome back, Shepherd. I am currently testing reaction time and adjusting your nerves accordingly to provide proper function to your prosthetic. Please remain still...or I might damage something by accident."
| >AnoMeat Calms a bit, seeing the operation happening.
"Who the shit is shepherd? Why is there a Little girl here? AHH, sonfoabitch!"
| "...*Fhssht* Do you know who I am and why I'm doing this?"
>Neon paused after making sure the nerve he'd dealt with was in proper placing. He turned and glanced toward the girl.
"She is an acquaintance. She required safety. Right now she is assisting me so that this does not have to take longer than it has to."
| >AnoMeat stops moving, releasing he is being operated on
"I THINK you are the guy who came in for the holster and gun. Kinda Hard to tell WITH ALL THIS PAIN. AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?"
>AnoMeat gets aggravated out confusion again.
| "*Fhssht* I am preparing your arm to have a prosthetic attached to it. Normally at this point I would stop and ask you for your consent...but we're too far in the operation for me to do that safely."
>Neon said while continuing carefully.
"You do remember that your arm was blown off due to you being a bystander to an explosion at a scrapyard?"
| "What? No I caus- yeah I was a bystander. Where the shitstick are we?"
>AnoMeat quickly corrects himself, not wanting to bring that up again.
| "*Fhssht* Yee gods...This is not to my policy at all. You are in the Flooded Districts...a safe house at its edge. Please do try to make me less concerned about your sanity whilst I'm involved with you."
| "Wait. I was at the Safezone at my desk a moment ago... what the hell..."
>AnoMeat is slowly beginning to connect the pieces.
| "*Fhssht* Indeed. What a horrible state that desk must be in now."
| "W-wait. What is my name?"
>AM looks to confirm his theory.
| "*Fhssht* ..."
>Neon started to speak but paused to look at the little girl. Her reflection shown against his helmet before it then shown at AM. How unfortunate that he had no means to give AM an expression.
"Currently you call yourself Shepherd. But indeed you do go by other names."
| >AM looks at the girl, and back at Neon.
"huh. Well let's hope that doesn't happen again, How close are you to finishing?"
| >Tuna sighed
"At least he isn't being violent. Things have gotten more interesting now"
| "Who are you again?"
>AnoMeat asks Tuna.
| "*Fssht* He's somewhat at a disadvantage. I could quite literally disable him for the rest of his life if I wanted."
| 'Funny one Neon. I already am."
>AnoMeat hits at his lack of arm.
| "*Fssht* Well yes, but I meant permanently."
> Neon looked to be finishing up. He was even getting ready to attach the new arm part by part.
"Okay...Now your nerve structure is prepared..."
| "Im just here. You invited me here in fact"
| "Yeah, but you must have a name right?"
| "You can just call me Tuna. My name is not that important though"
| "It is. considering you are in a safehouse. I don't usually invite strangers to a safehouse."
| >Tuna shrugged
"Well ya did. Here I am. also just so you aware the techno zombie are everywhere out there."
| "Zombies? What the fuck happened? Fucking GC. Anyway, you know how to use a gun?"
>AnoMeat points to the armory.
| "Yes. Have had to use one often enough in this city. Our Zombie friends are bullet resistant unfortunately"
| "Bullet resistant? What bullets where you using? .22?"
| "Yep. Only gun I own"
| "Yeah. No wonder. Feel like an upgrade?"
| "Yeah. Those things freak me out"
| "Just got to wait on Neon."
| >Neon after much careful and precise work literally jammed the arm into its port. The mechanization locked immediately and Shepherd/AM's senses would immediately boot on as if it were a normal arm.
"*Fsssht* Done."
| "Holy Shit."
>AnoMeat plays around with the functions of the arm, moving it around, and seeing the reaction time.
"This feels familiar, but so different... I already have a few ideas for some modules, but it will do for now."
>AnoMeat gets off the bed, and faces the two.
"Time for a gun upgrade for both of you. And Neon, you might have to remind me the price we agreed on for the work and hand."
| >PLUMS knocks the door of the address he got by shepherd, and waits impatiently
Hello? Anybody here? Shepherd!
| >AnoMeat Hears the knocks on the door, and goes to it.
"Yeah, This Is Anomeat."
(AM is also Shepherd.)
| >Neon shrugged softly.
"*Fsssht* I'll send you the bill. I have it all recorded."
> He tapped a knuckle on his helmet.
"...You invited more people? You realize that now neither one of us can safely check him without him being at gun point..."
| "If I die. I die. I've stopped caring about 5 minutes ago."
>AM opens the door.
"You better not be auged."
| "So you did. I will ask you again, are you auged?"
| "I'm not. Never liked those things"
| >AnoMeat sighs in relief.
"Alright, come in. We might have a gun class in a few, if you want to join."
>AnoMeat rushes back down the stairs, and faces Neon
"He's fine, he is unauged."
| "G-gun class? Is it because those zombie things everybody's been talking about?"
>PLUMS hesitates at the door, then follows AnoMeat with his bag in hand
" Hi everybody..."
| >You see a 14 year old, A masked man, And one Old-ish man, Who refers to himself as AM.
"So what do you know about Shepherd?"
| >PLUMS sees the blood and surgeon equipment and turns white
"Oh God what is happening in here are you gonna take my organs please don't I have money don't hurt me..."
>PLUMS keeps rambling
| >AnoMeat hold his hands out, trying to calm PLUMS.
"Jesus no kid! Calm down! I just had my arm attached. Seriously, why are kids so worried theses days..."
| >PLUMS looks at AnoMeat's arm and calms down a little
"Oh, sorry Ive heard so many stories about those things I just thought.."
>PLUMS finally managed to calm down completely and takes a quick look at everybody
"So um, nice to meet you all, my name is Alexander Salas, I go by PLUMS online... I hope I'm not much of a burden here."
| "As long as you are gonna be a sissy when it comes down to do some shit I don't care"
>Tuna yawned
| "Is it cool if I at least stay until they clear up this zombie mess. I don't the rickity shed I live in can keep them out. At least if some shit goes down and Plum buns chickens out you know I will at least be here"
| "Well... Actually... I just realized the situation from the news, So I was hoping that you would help me with setting up a refuge."
>AM slowly breaks down
"I-I caused The S-safezone incident."
>But he recovers, wiping his face.
| "S-Sissy? Aren't you too young to be talking like that, kid?"
>PLUMS glared Tuna
| >AM, recovering, just stares at the two "kids" arguing.
| "Im no kid. Do something other than stutter and I might put some faith in ya kid."
>Tuna turns to AM
"What seems to be bothering you? I don't mind doing some work since your housing us at the moment"
| "Some basic cleanup will begin. but first, self-defence."
>AnoMeat walks over to the armory room, and unlocks it.
"Are you ready?"
| >Tuna's 'ears twitch and a wide grin spreads across her face
"Very ready"
| "Uk
| "Yeah. Um okay I'm ready"
>PLUMS' body language made it obvious he was NOT ready for this
| >Tuna snickered alittle
| >AnoMeat grabs a 2 unloaded guns from the gun rack
"Oh. I see. If you are, grab this 1911"
>He holds the gun out.
| >Neon remained silent, as far as they knew, simply watching through his reflective black helmet.
| (Unless you want me to go over gun safety and gun control, I might do a time skip, as to not slow the story down.)
| (This is something I have been taught irl So TY is cool. she would probrably just sass you anyway)
| "oh fu- i-its heavier than I expected"
| >Tuna snickered more
"Well its not ment for a kid so it of course feels heavy"
| "S-so if it's not for a kid then you shouldn't be holding it, y-yeah?"
>PLUMS' face went red as he realized how stupid he just sounded
| "OK... So basics. Safety. On these models of 1911, there are 2. A grip safety, and a toggle safety."
>AM Shows the toggle switch.
"Toggle it up with your thumb for On, and down for Off."
>AM notices that Tuna is not struggling.
"Uhh... Salmon? why don't you go down the shooting range and begin to practice fire, I'll be over with some ammo."
| (OOC: there are three of you in this thread, hy don't you vote if you want me to skip this or not, I kinda realized this might get tedious...)
| (skip it, I would be obnoxious to show plums struggling with a gun lol)
| "Okay cool"
>Tuna does as told, Focusing on getting used to the weapon
| (TY is cool with anything )
| (WUB WOB TIME SKIP)
"...And that's all you need to know about guns."
>AnoMeat puts his gun away.
| >Tuna switches the .22 caliber she owns with the 1911
| "Thanks for the upgrade. Want my old one?"
| >AnoMeat examines the gun.
| "Keep it. I got no use for one of these right now."
>AM hands back the gun.
"Do you feel OK with the gun, Alex?"
| >Its an old .22 worn but well cared for. The serial numbers are scratched off and its likely stolen given Tuna's financial situation. looks like she took the time to carve her initials into the handle as well.
| >Tuna holds it akwardly
"Okay. I just don't have another holster is why im offering"
| "Just store it in the Armory. It will be there if you want it back."
| "okay"
>Tuna does so carefully
| "well I'm not quite used to a gun in general but I feel a little bit safer now... Thanks"
>PLUMS looks indeed a little more calm
| "Just don't point it at anything you don't intend to kill and you will do fine"
>Tuna props up against a wall
| "What she said. Anyway. I don't expect you to do work all the time, I'm sure you have your own lives, just do some from time to time. Oh and one more rule. No Friends or guests, a safehouse is not safe when everyone knows of it. That's all you will hear from me."
>AM turns around and approaches his duffle bag, and takes out a few boxes and magazines and starts loading them.
| "I only got one person who gives a shit about me and we don't talk to often so im good on that front"
-Tuna stretches
| "I just got here like a week ago, I don't know anyone yet in this city"
| "well now you do. you know Salmon the 14 year old fish, and a burnt out old man. Congratulations on your new friends."
>AnoMeat says jokingly.
| "Oh and Neon over there, who is most likely recording this."
| >Tuna stuck her tongue out
"Your saying my name wrong on purpose aren't you?"
| "Maybe..."
>AM finishes loading his magazines, and moves on to his super shorty, and begins loading it with minishells.
| >Tuna sighs mildly irritated
| >AM finishes loading up the shotgun, and puts it in the duffle bag.
"Well. Stay safe. I sent both of you the daily codes for the door. I got things to see."
>AM leaves the safehouse.
| "ok... Um I have to go to work now so I'll see you later I guess"
>PLUMS took a folder out of his bag, and left the safehouse.
| >Tuna makes herself comfortable in the corner
| > Neon stood up finally and began to collect his tools. He put it all in the case while at work and prepared his bill with his helmet via mindlink.
"You want a paperbill or an electronic one. I figured you'd want control over how its paid instead of direct shoot. I'd rather like to keep our business this private, frankly."
> Neon's helmet temporarily reflected Tuna's image then went back to his bag.
| "He left slow poke. I would give him both so he has no excuse to not know. Its just me and you"
| "*Fssht* I see. How trusting of him. Are you going to loot what little he has?"
| "Nah. Would not be worth it. especially since He is letting me crash. rather gain an Ally than another enemy right now. especially with the situation outside"
| "*Fssht.* How unfortunate. Guess he isn't going to learn."
>The helmeted man replied in his robotic voice. He stuffed his hands in his amazingly baggy form hiding hoodie and leaned backward against a wall.
"*Fssht.* So. What are your plans going forward? I'm curious...Did you truly only come here for shelter or were you looking for something more?"
| "Mainly for the shelter, secondly because i figured I was gonna find out something intresting because its not every day a random stranger gives you a secure code to there hideout. I figured it was either a trap or someone who thought they could handle whatever threat I posed. Stupidity was also a possibility"
| "*Fsssht.* Of course."
>Neon imagined between the both of them it was pretty much agreed that they knew which one of the possibilities where.
"You're welcome to do as you please with what you've learned since it seems he refuses to be any level of careful at all. I won't interfere. I'd just prefer you kept my involvement to yourself...not that it'll matter much in the end if you don't."
| "Your also useful to me. I won't squeak."
| "*Fssht* Oh? Am I? Though it flatters me it also makes me curious that you'd find me so. What do you require?"
| "Well if I piss off my so called cooperate sponsor they could choose to rip these legs off me in the most painful way possible and leave me to die in the streets. happened once. Young kid who was in a fire. building collapsed on him and he lost an arm and both legs as well as half his face. He indebted himself of course. no money and he would die without it. Apperently He wanted an out and was conspiring to take out the head of the cybernetics devision thinking that would free him"
| "long story short he was sloppy. got got. and they stripped him in front of us. He died from blood loss rather quickly. especially with all that hardware keeping him alive"
| "*Fssht* Foolish...If you want an out the first step is never corporate betrayal. You make it completely unworth the risk of chasing you. That's the only way possible."
> Neon replied while steadily watching Tuna.
"Are you really just going to let me call you Tuna?"
| "If I wind up in that situation It would be good to know someone to fix me"
| "I don't really care im just a face in a sea of people no one is gonna remember my name anyway"
| "*Fssht* Be certain to have money in that situation and I'll be a worthwhile contact."
| "I will try to make sure of it or other wise make it worth your time"
| >Neon nodded and slowly walked toward the exit. He paused and drew a transparent card from his hoodie and flicked it in her direction. It had no type setting, no logo, no anything. But if she had a cellphone it'd automatically respond to it. A phone number with '#####' on the name title would be there and no amount of editing would change it. Even stranger there was no actual number...just a bunch of junk data.
| "*Fsssht* Keep in touch."
| "I will. It was nice meeting you"
| >Tuna picked up the card and stashed it
"Seems like I managed to nab a client. If you need my services i would be more than willing to take the offer. as Tuna passed him she slipped a small piece of paper into his pocket. She stopped just right at the door
"See ya around"
>Tuna exits and steps into the unknown. Just another day of business
This thread is permanently archived
| >Amongst the rubble and water in the street, A levicar stands, idle. While the streets are abandoned. Hidden in an alleyway of the street, stands a door with a camera and a keypad next to it.
>"One continental as per usual."