Futuristic [Argon City] - Open World Cyberpunk RP - Always Open

[TARDIS06]

A flash of absolute vexation passed over Mitchell's visage as John's, Bishop's, and Liz's words finally reached his ears. Straining his wrists until blood started to drip down his hands, a single weak link within the handcuffs snapped. Forcing his way out of the the copper's hands, adrenaline coursed through his veins as fight or flight responses warred inside of him for a few silent moments.

The anger soon prevailed as he spun on his heel, facing the people that he's learned to hate for all of his life with a seething rage: "You... Idiotic... Morons... I'm not a goddamn suspect!" His entire body twitched as the words were spat. "If I wasn't restrained I could've tracked that signal!" Leaning closer to Sargent Gruff, his voice became low and tinged with a growl. "I was only brought into this mess to gather intel, if you have a problem with that then take it up with the Feds that tried and failed to blackmail me."

Forcing one foot in front of the other, Mitchell did his best to not limp or look pissed off; he didn't want to entice any bystanders to pull out their sagax's just to create another faux story, the security tapes were already enough of a problem. As he pulled up his hood, his hair matte against his forehead, Mitchell walked up to Bishop, pointing his bloody index finger to cueball's chest as he stared into the masked man's eyes. "Get your men in line and keep my name out of this. I got a job to do; you better let me do it properly." Pushing his way through the flatfoot infested crime scene, glaring momentarily at Mr. Turtle, he crossed the hastily placed holographic tape and slowly inhaled. The glow from the others fires simmered out, leaving a dark black haze of smoke in their wake. Lights from the other buildings still reflected off the atmosphere, blues and oranges mixed with the dark gray that surrounded them. As he paused, an exhale of air released from his mouth as he hoped that this gig didn't screw up the reputation that he finally built up in the underground.

Specialist
Viper Actual
RayPurchase

 

[Viper Actual]

Liz frowned in response to the Taurus officer barking at her. "I don't take orders from you, pal." She followed Mitch who said something to the officer in charge and as her companion walked off she followed, casting worried glances at the Taurus officers.

---

When Mitch spoke up Bishop said nothing and simply nodded in response.

As Mitch and Liz walked away Bishop spoke up over the squad comms. "Stand down and regroup. Let them walk."

---

Liz looked back. The fire and neon signs became increasingly farther away for each passing minute. She looked at Mitch. "Are you okay?"

TARDIS06 RayPurchase Specialist

 

[Specialist]

As Mitch slipped his grip again, John drew his pistol. He was normally a patient man, but this guy was wearing his thin. Before he could say anything, hand around his handgun, orders barked at him through his radio. Holstering his DeathAdder, he turned on a pivot and began to walk away as he strode up to Bishop in silence, a notable irradiated scowl plastered across his face as he moved back to the marked Task Force Taurus transport, opened the deployment hatch, and climbed inside. Once seated, he reached into his field satchel and retrieved a cigar-like tube; bringing the end piece to his mouth and clasping his teeth around it as he lit the tip with a black plasma lighter. Inhaling deeply, the faded amber glow of the end partially illuminated the small interior compartment as he exhaled slowly with his eyes closed. To anyone approaching or inside, the smell wouldn't be foul or toxic like a cigarette- instead, it would smell faintly of lemongrass, cedar wood and coriander. Almost instantly, the shakiness in his hands stopped as he opened his eyes and turned his attention to his bionic hand. Flexing all five digits and rotating his wrist, he noted that the EMP did short-circuit the wrist and joint servos as the movement was abruptly jarring and delayed. He'd have to get it repaired before going out into the field like this again.

Taking a second puff off his VitaCigar, John keyed his radio to Bishop. "Sir, my bionic is damaged. Permission to return to station tech? Oh- and... may I speak to you for a moment?" Viper Actual

 

[TARDIS06]

Glancing at Liz, Mitchell nodded lightly: "I'll be fine, just need to make a quick stop before we head out." It took a few minutes for him to limp to the motel, but eventually he found himself at the heavy door. Using the small key, it soon opened with an irritable screech of the worn hinges. Turning his head to Liz as he walked through the frame, he laid his jacket and backpack onto the deep red chair that was shoved into the dark room's corner. "You can do what you want, I need to freshen up a bit and clear those traffic tapes."

After a fleeting half an hour, Mitchell found himself cross-legged on the ragged mattress, shutting down the laptop after breaching Midway's safety cameras. The springs on the bed squeaked as he lightly stepped onto the cold ground. The now clean orange jacket was wrapped around his waist and a few specks of gauze peeked out from under his black shirt. Placing a few imitation credits into a silver machine that was built into the jade walls, a paper receipt beeped out of the black dispenser declaring the 'official' payment for the stay.

Upon leaving with his items in tow, the heavy door bolted itself shut with a hiss and a few unnerving clicks. The cracked sidewalks were illuminated with the artificial sunrise, the one good thing about the underground and Midway: the climate was usually predictable. Only industrial-produced clouds littered the atmosphere and clung to the higher altitudes. Walking with only a slight hitch in his step, Mitchell did his best to explain to Liz who they were going to meet. The person was a prominent client of his, both for cybernetic and alcoholic sales, and owed him a favor or two. They passed a slew of multicolored vending shops and dark buildings before reaching the other end of Midway. Pipes lined the sides of the alleyways that they walked through, smoke occasionally billowed upwards from openings that occurred after years of mistreatment.

A light laugh echoed from Mitchell as the smell of alcohol started to waft into his nose: "We're almost there." Wires hung in between the cement buildings as a familiar pink sign cropped up around the corner. Blaring noise followed the yellow light that overran the faux sun and spilled out into the open air. Pushing past the ragged cloth acting as a door, he gestured for Liz to follow him towards a familiar face. "Hey Ms. X, long time no see."

Viper Actual
MyriadMalady

 

[MyriadMalady]

Cold, calm, calculated. Each movement spent on maintenance when it came to tech this high calibre couldn't be wasted, lest some stray wire get exposed for too long, a static discharge spike into the electronics or some other financial disaster. "Xiūlǐ" knew these risks all too well, her cybereyes tuned to a zoom so fine that she could paint between the makers mark if she had the patience. Her hand gently alternated between an all-too-careful tuning of the wiring system and uncouth drags of a cheap-smelling cigarette, smoke billowing from the corners of her lips like an eastern dragon as the synthetic nerves of the cyberleg twitched and pulsed with each deft flick of her hands. With one last huff of her cigarette, she crumbled the wrapping into her mouth, spitting out the smouldering remains before delving into the finishing touches. Cold. Calm. Calculated. She took a swig of a nearby glass to slow the shakiness of her hands as she reached into the panel-

"Hey Ms. X, long time no see."

She jumped, hand and tools smashing clumsily into the sensitive circuitry with a barely audible drone of fractured electronics and twice-voided warranties, her other hand reaching for her pistol as she furiously rose from her workstation, waving it in the air with all the grace of a drunk ganger with a sword implant. "Oh, you bái chī sǐ pì yǎn, cào nǐ zǔzōng shí-" she turned, looking at Mitchell with a burning intensity that quickly faded into jaded, quiet frustration. "Oh. Its my tech monkey. Great, you can replace this." she said, tossing the now broken limb halfheartedly at his feet as she poured herself a glass that could mummify a small dog. She gestured towards Liz in mild antipathy. "Who the fuck's this? You bringing some xiǎojiě to my place like I'm running a damm love hotel or some shit?" she spat, eyes refocusing with a few angry rubs of the bridge of her nose.

"Welcome to Kowloon-" she muttered, "-what the hell do you want?"

 

[Viper Actual]

Once additional units were on the scene it wad time to go. Taskforce Taurus operators were replaced by firefighters, bomb techs and medics. There was a lor of rubble to sift through as most of the club had been blown up.

With his team assembled at their vehicle Bishop let out a sigh. He had thanked Reynolds for the assistance and even offered him a spot on his team.

As the armored car catapulted out onto the highway Bishop glanced over his shoulder. "Go ahead Rhino. Speak freely."

Specialist

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Liz didn't say much as she followed Mitch through the streets to the motel. She used the spare time to clean herself up, taking extra care to inspect her face and skull for possible injuries. She'd have to visit a hospital afterwards.

When it was time to move on Liz complied. Mitch began to explain that they were going to see some contact of his. Great...another criminal?

Eventually the two of them reached a small store deep in the shanty of Midway. Bad place live, good place to hide and stay low.

When Mitch greeted the owner Liz snapped to, studying the woman who in turn seemed to imply all kinds of polite things.

Liz smirked and shook her head. "Don't worry, Miss. That's not why we're here." She glanced at Mitch.

"It's a complicated story."

TARDIS06
MyriadMalady

 

[Specialist]

The grizzled 42-year-old operator known only by his call-sign as 'Rhino' was a stoic, stone-faced veteran when it came to missions. Yet, when all was said and done and there was a moment of respite before they were all inevitably summoned again, he found himself more talkative and vocal compared to some other operators on Taurus. As soon as he was given permission, he inhaled deeply, cigar still alight in the corner of his mouth, and took it out with his right hand; holding the cylindrical tube between his index and middle finger as he leaned forward in his seat. "This is beginning to concern me, Sir. I'm at a loss for where exactly we are headed, being that Taurus is sandwiched in between U-ICE and the ACPD. The Gang Unit are far from doing their job, and the Gearjunkies and Crimsons are amassing to capitalize on the moment a citywide battle breaks out. Excluding HIGHCOM's directives, what will it mean when the first shots are fired between the two biggest 'law enforcement' branches in the city sector? What will happen to us?" John sighed ans shook his head, leaning back in his seat as the transport returned to the precinct. "Rhetoric aside, I trust you'll make the right call Sir." In the twenty-plus years of his service to the ACPD, he found it liberating when he was enlisted into the task force. Although technically under the ACPD, from what he understood, they had their own autonomy to an extent. He just hoped Bishop would see what he was trying to explain- and hoped to whatever God there was that Bishop made the right choices later down the road. Viper Actual

 

[THeLiLmOnster]

A slight breeze blew from the north, the chill of it settling slowly on Mink's exposed face. The rest of her was comfortably wrapped up in the very few blankets she had managed to grab from the guy on the third floor of this apartment building. Dan was just about the only friend she had now in this big cruel world, and Mink couldn't be more grateful for him. Finally the white haired girl opened her eyes. Dragging her pink gaze around, she sighed thankfully to herself as she realized she was alone. The cops hadn't found her yet. Glancing up at the sky she wasn't surprised to find grey clouds. A typical whether condition in this city, which wasn't really a bad thing. Mink didn't necessarily like the cold that rainy days brought with them, but she preferred them over the sun. After a few minutes of debating whether she wanted to remove the only warmth she had and get up or just stay put, she finally decided it was best to go check on Dan. The poor guy probably needed some company in his lonely life. Or maybe that was just Mink pushing her life onto his.

Groaning as the rest of her body was met with the wind chill, she hopped off of her makeshift bed and stretched lazily, her small red shirt riding up above her belly button. She quickly changed into her favorite black cargo pants and a small bright yellow shirt. Slipping on her worn tennis shoes she made her way down to Dan's room, thankful that the inside of the building was much warmer. She rapped on the door twice before making her way inside, finding her favorite tenant watching the news on his holographic TV. He didn't really seem to be paying attention and turned when Mink welcomed herself inside.

"Well hey there kiddo. Sleep well?" He offered his usual greeting to her, and she replied with a shrug.

"Well I suppose! As well as one could sleep on that roof. Mind if I take a quick shower Danny?" She asked, but was already heading in that direction. He waved his consent although he knew he didn't need to give it. Mink closed the door quietly and ran a quick, hot shower. Mink never took a very long shower so Dan never had to worry about her running out the hot water. As she stepped out she dried herself hastily and got dressed. She opened the door and came to sit with her friend.

"Anythin' about me yet?"

"No ma'am. A few things about the robbery last night, but I'm not so sure they're really concerned about it. Nobody got hurt and in a city like this I think they've got better things to worry about. Since it wasn't a bank I don't think it was really a big deal." Mink only nodded, figuring that was the case.

"Well then I'm off ta go buy me some new clothes. Girl's gotta look fasionable when robbin' a high security bank am I right?" She smirked, but Dan hadn't found it funny.

"I don't like all this thievery you're out there doing. You or somebody else could get seriously injured. You're gonna get me into trouble one day and then who are you going to turn to?" He mumbled that last part. He had a point, and Mink felt a small pang of disappointment in herself. She pushed that feeling away quickly though, not wanting to dwell on it.

"Aw come on Danny! You know as well as I do that stuff like that's not gonna happen. Not on my watch! Plus ya don't really have room ta talk mistah. I know you've done the same things when you were my age, remembah? Plus my thieverin' around as you say gets both you and I stuff that we want. We can live comfortably. That's how I like it." With a sigh from Dan, that was her cue to head out before he got upset with her. Not that he wasn't already...

Opening the window she climbed out to the fire escape and slipped down into the alleyway.

 

[TARDIS06]

Stepping over the damaged appendage, Mitchell rolled his eyes as he grumbled to himself. "Tech monkey my ass." He purposefully chose to ignore the hotel comment before nodding his head at Liz's description of the situation. "Bottom line is I'm doubling down on a favor." Back then he was still mostly just an errand boy, it's a good thing alcohol was easy to steal. "We're gathering intel on Mr. Goldeneyes. I'm sure you've seen the broadcast by now and know how the market's already reacting." Though it's not like pandemonium was anything new down there. "The guy brings controlled chaos wherever he goes and from the footage can apparently easily take a hit. I'm betting he's got some crazy cybernetic enhancements to deal with the amount of mercs going after him."

A light scowl flashed on his face, perturbed that pandering to an old client is how low he's going for these coppers. He lowered his voice slightly so as to not be clearly heard by the other customers. "You help us backtrack through some of his transactions and we'll save you a limb or two when this is all over. Consider it an incentive." Mitchell shot a quick glance at Liz as he casually crossed his arms, hoping to ensure a bit of validity to the deal.

MyriadMalady
Viper Actual

 

[MyriadMalady]

"Xiūlǐ" rubbed the bridge of her nose, spitting a few more curses to nobody in particular before reclining back in her chair. "Should never have agreed to this shit," she muttered, "Beer wasn't even that fuckin' good. Fine, you want information, here you go, you shén jīng bìng." She reached to the various monitors dotting her workstation, cups of what was probably once food a few weeks ago spilling onto the floor as she span the screen around, pinging with various bits of information that to the untrained eye might as well have been hieroglyphs. "Can do you one better on transaction info; ain't my speciality anyway."

She pointed to one of the windows, a flickering piece of old footage right from a cybereye bug bouncing into view, focused on a heavily distorted yet instantly recognisable visage. "See this niǎo huà? Shit like that don't come cheap, and it sure as shit ain't all integrated tech. Can't get a good view on the chùsheng but I can at least see the end results, and there's no way in hell he has a significant enough power supply to keep all that tech up if it was aug'ed."

She took a drag from a cigarette precariously positioned over a bootleg brand of near-industrial alcohol. "Most of his augs are likely military grade ripped from the black market, and we don't like disclosing sources. Expect the standard array; arms, legs, skullcase, ballistic sub-dermal armour, wireless integrated comms." She crushed the smouldering cigarette in her palm, tossing it to the floor. "But where shit gets interesting-" she coughed, spinning the monitor back and flinging up a different one, the screen lopsized and poorly maintained, "Is how the hell we can't see him."

"Xiūlǐ" grinned at the two, a toothy, jagged, predatory smile of scavenger instincts. "Too advanced to be part of a standard or even military aug circuit, not enough power to keep that up alongside other augs. You got two options; They've either got remote support keeping the cams locked down, but that would be way too much busywork. Even if they had the skill to remote-hack in microseconds they'd have to do it from a vantage point, follow the guy around and keep a full 360 view on everything around him. Or, option two: He's got a prototype jammer externally linked to him."

"So," she said, swigging back another drink and tossing the bottle haphazardly behind her. "I'll make you a counter-proposal. I want that jammer from that bàn píngzi cù. You two'll probably get yourself buried if you ask the wrong questions, so I'll generously offer my personal assistance with the rest of my sources, make sure you get front access to the markets instead of a bullet in the head. We got a deal, shārén bù zhǎyǎn?"

She raised an outstretched hand, fingers gently wagging in prideful anticipation. To her side, the poorly treated monitor sparked out with a mewling sigh; a hopefully ignored omen.

TARDIS06
Viper Actual

 

[Viper Actual]

After Rhino shared his thoughts Bishop looked into the rear-view mirror in silence. The rest of the squad, excluding the driver who flagged for Sergeant Reynolds to escort the Taurus vehicle, remained silent as well. Bishop sighed and nodded. "I hear you Rhino, I do. To put it short we live in complicated times. Things get privatized and federalized back and forth. The ACPD has always been struggling, same goes for the underfunded Gang Unit. As for U-ICE and all the other private security companies, well, they'll keep on existing. If it's job security you're worried about I'd sleep easy if I were you- there will always be a need for us. We handle the tough shit you can't entrust to a private party or a bunch of semi-corrupt beat-cops. Easy as that."

Bishop paused and looked over his shoulder. "Regardless what happens we'll still do our jobs and we'll do it damm well. For now we just need to tackle one thing at a time."

Specialist RayPurchase

-----

Liz crossed her arms and leaned against the nearby wall while Mitch argued with his...friend? Associate? She still couldn't tell. Once the bickering ended listening to Xiuli was very interesting, if not enlightening. Cybernetics and tech in general was a bit out of her league. Aside from overriding door controls and carrying out maintenance on her gadgets handling advanced tech was not only out of her league but far above her pay-grade.
As Xiuli described the possible military cybernetics Liz nodded. That coincided well with the little intel the ACPD had managed to scrape together but then again it was all rumors and guesses which was rare considering it had been sent down from a federal level to begin with.

Once Xiuli made her counter-proposal Liz raised her eyebrows. She was either reckless or really determined. Either way another off-grid ally would be needed. She looked at Mitch. "If you trust her then I say we go for it. I'd say we could use the support."

TARDIS06 MyriadMalady

 

[Specialist]

John looked up and exhaled as he returned the cigar back to the corner of his mouth, cracking a relieved grin at Bishop's reassurance. Nodding once, he leaned back in his seat and inhaled slowly; exhaling and rotating his bionic hand 360 degrees around the wrist. "Thank you, Sir. What are our next moves after this?" Viper Actual

 

[RayPurchase]

Reynolds mutters angrily under his breath as he opens his patrol cruiser's door, chucking the now near useless helmet onto the back seat, he grabbed a seat and slammed the door behind him. He should have given the little shit at least a clip round the head for that little stunt that he pulled, but with all these higher ups about... best not to risk it. He gunned the engine into life, the headlights flicking back on, he leaned forward grabbing the in car radio, seeing as how his own had most likely been fried in that EMP.

"This is Car SI-35, Sergeant Reynolds reporting in. Ready to proceed back to the station on Taurus Command's go,"

He gently drummed his fingers against the wheel, waiting for the go.

Viper Actual

 

[TARDIS06]

Eyes focused on the monitor, Mitchell listened to Ms. X postulate about goldeneyes’s augmentations. Admittedly he always wondered about the neat little effect Ringmaster had on cameras. “No way in hell any processor can handle properly remote interfacing with that many cameras in such a short amount of time... Whatever jammer that jester has on him must be insane.” A sly smile emerged against his better judgement. Nodding towards Liz’s statement, a small breath escaped his lungs as an edge formed in his iris’. “Just let me have a look at the device before you auction it off.”

Mitchell’s hand shook the arms dealer’s with a slight ease, a few loose bandages poked out from under the black long sleeve and flapped lightly against the artificial airflow created by the few circulation units built into the ceiling. “In the meanwhile...” Pulling back his arm, he glanced at the small digital clock on the far wall. “You might’ve given me an idea.” Immediately grabbing a stray chair, he pulled it to sit by the currently sparking monitor. A light “Hope you don’t mind” escaped from his vocal chords before connecting his old laptop to the screen’s internal systems with a few multicolored wires, wincing slightly as the monitor barely held the connection without nearly becoming a firework.

Programs appeared on both screens, numbered commands were typed quickly by Mitchell; his fingers dancing over the used keyboard. “If this clown’s using a prototype jamming system, chances are the cities systems are constantly reporting the feedback to a server room somewhere, or at the very least they’re being redirected.” Green and blue code littered the two screens in a near magical way, somehow enacting properties of being both random while also withholding a localized pattern. Once again a smile found it’s way onto Mitchell’s visage, pronouncing itself against the light from the computer. A guttural laugh echoed from him as he pointed to a few numbers on Ms. X’s monitor. “It’s a good thing this place runs off of the cheap city Ethernet, those are Coordinates. Looks like the backlogs are being syphoned to an augmentation factory in the Underground, probably an affiliate of Gen Chem if I had to guess.” Turning to the other two, he raised a quizzical eyebrow: “One of you guys wouldn’t happen to be able to get us in there would you? I’m not exactly keen to breaking in at the moment.”

Viper Actual
MyriadMalady

 

[Viper Actual]

"We need to head back to the station. Gear up. We're not going in as plainclothes for what I have in mind," responded Bishop. He then grabbed the radio and spoke up. "Reynolds this is Bishop. Stay close and keep your eyes peeled." That said the two vehicles began to move through the streets. Traffic was even busier now after not one but several explosions had rocked Midway. Once the vehicles got back to the precinct there was no time to waste.

Taurus operatives were quick to switch up their gear from the low-profile covert assault mission kits to their heavily-armored special operations gear. With Rhino next to him Bishop approached Reynolds whom had been given temporary clearance to park down inside the underground Taurus garage. "Here," said Bishop, offering a spare Taurus helmet and vest.

"We're gonna need all the help we can get. If you're up for it."

Specialist RayPurchase

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Liz leaned on Mitchell's chair, trying to keep up with his chattering. When he mentioned going into the underground levels Liz sneered. "It's dangerous but I know a couple of routes. Ones that don't require us to make a lot of noise."

It was true, though they weren't exactly legitimate. Hacked ventilation shafts. Old construction elevators. Automated trams. Tricky, difficult but at least they wouldn't need to break into some random warehouse overrun with Gearjunkies.

TARDIS06 MyriadMalady

 

[MyriadMalady]

"You seem to forget," Xiūlǐ muttered, "That I have pull with these guys. Sure, they ain't exactly too big on me since the last job went sour, but I should have enough kudos to not get a bullet in our heads." She took an abused package of smokes out her pocket, considering offering one for half a second before zipping her mouth shut and taking a long, wistful drag. "Shouldn't be too hard to claim you're an interested buyer, but you'll need to look the part. That shit you both wear's good for looking inconspic, but you don't exactly scream 'I got money for you', do you?"

A small fit of coughing and a downright unpleasant hacking noise choked back by a swift dose of cheap drink broke her train of thought. "I swear," she said through pursed lips, "This bàn píngzi cù's tech better be worth this shit."

She turned an warily appraising eye to Liz, stubbing her cigarette out on the stained jacket and tossing it without a second look. "Get yourself some actually good looking clothing. Make yourself look like you're part of a syndicate instead of some chrome junkie, both of you."

"And kid?" she said, a hand gently drifting under the desk out of sight as she turned to Mitchell. "You trust this yáng guǐzi? You're smart enough to live in a hornets nest without getting stung, but your friend here? I know shǐ." Her eyes narrowed slightly, questioning but not yet predatory, focused on Liz. "Convince me I can trust you with this shit, or the deal's off. I've got enough bad blood as is without my gamble backfiring before I rolled the fucking dice."

 

[Specialist]

Rhino nodded. "It'll just be a few minutes down at Engineering, boss. I'll regroup back here ready to move in 10." With that, the man walked off as Reynolds was handed heavy equipment. Rhino didn't like the helmets; they caused a painful weight on his carbide horn and caused headaches. He strided on down to the nearest elevator, and took it right to Engineering since the department lacked any noticeable field tech detail. Walking down another dark steel-gray corridor, he approached the black autodoor marked 'ENGINEERING' in light blue machine engraving above the frame; the door sliding open with a freshly oiled hiss of hydraulics as he stepped inside, calling out. "Liam! Arm got hit by an EMP- again. Can ya help recalibrate it? I gotta deploy in 10."

The space was about as big as a tank garage, and various orange-uniformed men and women briefly paused to look at Rhino as he entered, then turned their heads like curious ducks upon hearing Liam's name being called. After they quickly resumed working on their projects, a fire-haired, firm jawed green eyed Scotsman rose up from underneath a jacked-up APC, his face coated in a generous portion of oil and grease. The man cracked a crooked smile upon seeing Rhino, then his face dropped with a bit of irritation as he heard the explanation. "Och, again lad? Jeezus Christ- tha's the tird time this moonth! Come oon o'er here and le's take a gander at it." Liam walked away from the APC and moved over to one of the station sinks, washing hits hands with a powerful cleaning agent to leave his hands pink and smooth. Placing on a new pair of yellow gloves, he walked over to a strange looking table with a vice-like device in the middle connected to a holodisplay mounted on the other side. Rhino sat on the black, cracked stool as he laid his bionic arm out and into the vice-like holder; to which the arms snapped around and held firmly in place as Rhino reached out and depressed a notable split panel on the underside of the augmented arm's wrist. The panel depressed slightly, then slid underneath the wrist to reveal a single cable port built around various inner machinery. Liam grunted as he bent underneath him to retrieve said cable connected to the holodisplay, and plugged it into the man's arm.

A white-hot flash of static blurred the edges of John's vision as he felt a warm current flow throughout the machinery and breifly zap the nerves up along the remaining rest of his arm. The Holodisplay flickered to life; displaying a blue-tinted 3D render of John's arm as the current was seen simultaniously running through it as white lines- oddly similar to blood vessels running into tumor-like growths as the currents studdenly stopped en-masse around his wrist with a lit-up red section corresponding exactly where the EMP had taken it out. Liam winced and sighed. "Main gyrator is shot ta' shite, lad. Easy ta reinstall, should take a few minutes. Deploy yer hand, please." Rhino sighed, before unplugging the cable and slotting the panel as he proceeded to clench his hand as hard as he could into a tightly balled fist. Small, tiny ports revealed themselves on the sides of the man's wrist as fins opened up to stabilize what essentially transformed into a crude projectile as the fist detached with a loud 'POP!' as it freed itself from the wrist with a burst of flame from a series of microthrusters mounted into the back of the hand- dropping to the metal table with a loud clatter.

Liam picked up the hand, uncurled the finger and lay it flat on the table in front of him as he breifly looked up to John. "You ever use that, lad?" Jonh sighed and shook his head as Liam left the table to get the corresponding gyrator, plus a small rectangular device. "Not worth the trouble to try and retrieve it after ever deployment. I use it when I need to." Liam walked back over to the table and began working on removing the gyrator from the hand as he snorted. "There's lotsa tings ye can lose if ya dunnae use them enough, lad." John looked up and rolled his eyes as Liam laughed heartedly, the latter giving an irritated sigh. "Real mature. What's that thing you brought over with you?" Liam's expression went from joyous to curious as he looked to John in puzzlement, then the device and remembered. "Ah! Anti-EMP device. This lovely ting can resist a nuclear detonation- assuming you're not at ground zed when it goes off. Smallest of its kind, and built for solo augments. Your arm's power supply should be more than enough to keep it running lad."

John nodded, watching as the Scottish mechanic worked his magic and installed the new gyrator into the detached wrist segment; opening up a medium-sized port on John's actual remaining bionic and slotting the brick into the hold at the end of the man's wrist. Static seeped at the corners of his mind as he felt the device tap into his PSU, before Liam slotted the repaired hand back into the wristpiece- to which the small fins sealed and locked themselves into place. John grunted again as the cable was pulgged back into his wrist; the Holodisplay showing white lines across the board with no blockage as the EMP device displayed a functional readout of its own. Unplugging the cable and rotating his hand two full times around his wrist, he flexed and uncurled his fingers as he nodded; lifting up with the vice-holder releasing his captured arm. Rhino nodded to Liam as he stood up and held out his human hand for the man to shake. "Thanks, Liam. I owe you one."

"Act'ually, several. Tell ya what, les 'ave a drink er five tha' next time ya get oof shift lad. Yer buying." John laughed, sighed and nodded as he turned to leave. "Got it, Sparks. Thanks again!" He left the shop, then radio'd in to Bishop as he took the elevator down once more to the garage. "Boss, I'm headed back down and ready to go." Viper Actual

 

[Dr.Wankpants]

Alcro sat a top a building smoking while looking out on the underground city. He had set up a sniper nest up here as he had a job to complete in a bit. The request came in from a rich guy who was planning on buying some illegal weapons or something from The Crimson Leigon. Alcro wasn't sure what his client was buying and he didn't care. All he cared about was 30000 credits he was going to get for making sure nothing bad happens to the client. As he smoked he heard his earpiece which he was using for communication for the client.

"Reaper I will be there soon. I want you to survey them and don't shoot unless it is 100 percent a threat ." The man said in a nervous tone.

"Ok" Alcro said aiming down Thanotos's adjustable scope in his monotone uncaring voice.

He set the scope to 16x and began to survey the area. It was in a alleyway, but he was high enough up that it didn't really matter to him. Alcro then began to use his eye attachment. He saw 3 guys 1 was holding a semi auto pistol, another was using a auto rifle, and the last one had a shotgun. They were all around 1000 meters away and since it wasn't very windy he wasn't going to have to worry about and Thanotos's effective range was 2000 meters so he wouldn't worry about bullet drop either. Then his client came. He was with 2 more body guards both wielding sub machine guns. The dealer then walked up and Alcro could faintly hear the conversation from the earpiece, but not enough to decipher it. After talking for a bit his client handed over the money one of the body guards was shot and fell over. His client then dove behind a dumpster with the other using it as cover as the dealer started shooting with his men.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SHOOT MY MAN!" He yelled at Alcro.

"No. That shot came from a bolt action rifle without a suppressor." Alcro began to look at rooftops. He then got a idea on how to find him. Since his enemy sniper would most likely be around the same distance away he would have to aim with a scope."I am going to need you to stick your head out for a split second."

"ARE YOU INSANE?" The client replied with angrily.

"Just do it." Alcro said and his client reluctantly said he was going to do it.

Alcro was looking at the rooftops and then his client stuck his head out. It was as if time slowed down. He saw the scope reflection and moved his scope to be directly on him. The sniper was 3000 meters away. He slowed down his breathing, compensated for bullet bullet, and slowly squeezed the trigger. Direct hit on the sniper and then Alcro turned his attention on the three. He shot the first one right between the eyes and in 5 seconds the other 2 were dead.

"Reaper you really are the best and you saved me. I will give you 20000 extra credits." Alcro's client then sent him the 50000 credits.

Alcro then started to pack up. After putting his sniper on his back he decided to practice a bit of free running home. He began jumping from roof top to roof top doing flips just for fun. The wind blowing in his face. The thrill and the adrenaline coursing through his veins Alcro made it home. A cellar that lead into his makeshift house. He grabbed a bottle rum and made some noodles. Then he sat at his computer chair and watched tv.

 

[TARDIS06]

Mitchell instinctively rolled his eyes at the idea of getting dressed up. “You kidding? This is my best shirt, even retrieved it from a guy’s closet up on the ground.” It’s not like Ms. X was exactly wrong however. “There’s probably a clothing refurbishing place on the way if we choose our path right; no promises if they have decent fabric though, haven’t been there in a while.”

Mitchell was about to speak a bit about their game plan before he noticed Ms. X’s hand drifting below the table after her coughing fit, eyes immediately widening slightly before being overcast with a neutral scowl. “Probably should’ve asked that before we actually made the deal. But fine, let’s just say she’s got...” His eyes briefly flicked over to Liz for a fraction of a second, a quick hope of collusion. “Bad blood, against Ringmaster and helped me out with some market problems caused by the explosions yesterday. She’s not about to go sideways, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Doing his best to try and move the conversation forward and away from the tension, Mitchell once again immersed himself within the screens before him. The numerous clicks from the keyboard echoed about the shop. “... Anyways, it looks like most of the information about the plant are just shipping records; and surprisingly clean ones at that. No industrial prints though, the thing’s definitely private, or at least not built with a city grant.” A soft huff emerged from his throat before he quietly mumbled to himself. “I hate going in blind, something always goes wrong in the end.” After instinctively rubbing his eyes to counteract the building stress, he unplugged the retro laptop with a soft hiss followed by a few sparks from the monitor’s port. A couple of unwitting scratches at his chin later and he quizzically focused on Ms. X, “If you can get us in, Liz and I can find the server room and figure out why the reports are being redirected there, maybe even invert the process. Cool?”

Viper Actual
MyriadMalady

 

[MyriadMalady]

Ms. X nodded enthusiastically, tossing a small and poorly maintained sidearm onto the desk before diving back down, digging around for half a minute before pulling out a poorly-looking "cigar" that seemed made of scrap paper and god-knows-what more than the finer stuff. "Well, if you trust her, I'll tolerate her. You ain't done me wrong before, and you're smart enough to not shove your head in bad company."

She took a deep puff, hacking out something that looked like industrial grade oil onto the carpet before wiping her mouth with her sleeve, adding yet another stain to blend into the myriad colours.
"Should be able to get us in if that shop does the job. Funds I can grab from some xiǎo lǎopó's credit line and I got enough contacts left to make us look like buyers. Might even grab some shǐ to make the purchase seem legit, make them think it was a third party if they try to trace it."

 

[TARDIS06]

Upon stuffing the few rainbow cables into his backpack, Mitchell closed the box of a laptop and forced it next to the bag’s other inhabitants after Ms. X spoke: “Good, I’ll try not to spend too much of some random bastard’s money.” A mischievous smirk flashed across his visage. “Also as a forewarning, last time I was at the store, it was a... weird kind of shady, for Midway at least. Nothing extreme, just a bit tilted and twisted.” The tattered chair squeaked loudly as he carefully slid off of it, muttering lowly to himself about hoping that the owner actually sold clothes within the facade.

Soon walking through the cloth door once again, on instinct he stepped over the several cables that crossed the alleyway. The cracked pipes glistened with morning condensation, various gasses spewed out of the many unplanned openings. After zigging and zagging through the brief building maze, the cement opened up to the cheaply paved road before them. The stores slowly became farther from each other as the group walked, the aisles widened as cables hung between them. Bright advertisements glowed a soft hue against the synthetic sun, the deep blues and purples were muted against the skylights.

Barely standing out against its companions, a rusty green sign depicted their destination: ‘Randy’s Fine Fabrics’. Taking a quick breath, he readjusted the pack on his shoulders before knocking on the light gray door; some of the faux silver finish flaked off as he did so. The detailed slider opened with a quick swish, revealing a pair of slightly reddened eyes with pitch black irises. An awkward merchant-like smile forced itself onto Mitchell’s face out of only sheer necessity, “If you don’t mind, it’s not about the other business.”

The slider was slammed shut before multiple clicking noises emanated from the metal door. A final loud clank released the door, opening inward to reveal a scrawny, rat like man. With slicked back hair, the man’s right arm was currently sparking underneath the brown plates of metal. Speaking in a hushed tone, the figure looked on at the group: “We-well that’s a first.”

Viper Actual
MyriadMalady

 

[Viper Actual]

Bishop did a thumbs up as two of his men loaded up some restocked backup weapons onto a unmarked pickup. When John spoke up over the radio he looked away before responding. Old habit. "Copy that. Make sure those cybernetics of yours are up for another raid."

In the background Reynolds geared up with the help of a Taurus operative wearing full assault armor.

Specialist

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Like before Liz remained quiet. It was best to leave the talking to Mitch in this case, especially seeing as Ms. X was his contact.

When the time came to go Liz nodded. She instinctively checked her concealed holster before following her companions through the door and back out into the concrete slum-jungle that was Midway.

Dodging and sneaking in and out of alleyways wasn't a first for Liz and by the look of things Mitchell was quite adept at it as well.

Liz kept a 360° watch at all times as Mitch guided them to Randy's Fine Fabrics. A really sleazy balls. Come to think about she remembered the name from some old report, though she couldn't recall the exact context.

When the man opened up the front door Liz shot a glare at Mitch. You better know what you're doing.